###Chapter 297 Secret Man - Part 9

Hearing the noise in the bedroom, she hurried upstairs, brought some food, looked at me, and said, "It's a good thing you're awake. Are you hungry? Your husband called and said that something had been delayed. He knew you were asleep and told me to wait for you to wake up and have something to eat."

After sleeping for a few hours, I felt refreshed. I looked out at the sky. It was dark, and the clock on the wall pointed to one o'clock in the morning.

As soon as I woke up, I couldn't eat it either. I looked at Sister Marcela and said, "Mrs. Marcela, put your food here. I'll eat later. It's getting late. Go and have a rest first."

Sister-in-law Marcela was also old and a little sleepy, so she told me to remember to eat and went downstairs.

I sat on the bed, and I wasn't feeling well, but could not help regret that I slept for such a long time. It was nighttime now, I couldn't get back to sleep.

So, it' was going to be a long night.

The phone rang. It was Jordan.

I picked up the phone and my voice softened a little. "I just woke up."

His voice was hoarse, but it sounds particularly good. "It doesn't matter if you eat later and can't sleep. I happen to be all right now. I can chat with you right now."

I nodded.

"I may stay on the M side for a few more days. You should have a good meal at home. Don't stay up late and let Jon come and accompany you with the four seasons."

" Uncle Orion and Liam may not be in Hempstead these days. If you need anything, call Parker and he will help you."

Jordan was speechless.

I didn't talk much, but at this time he stopped talking, and I couldn't find anything to talk about for a while.

There was a full silence for half a minute. After thinking about it, I said, "Come back early."

The other end of the phone was silent, but it took a long time to speak, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Good!"

Originally, I had nothing to say. I looked at the phone and was ready to hang up.

I didn't want the other end to suddenly say, "Remember to miss me!"

For a time, the heart was hot. It seems that this kind of warmth can surround the whole heart.

"Good!"

I opened my mouth, and my voice softened unconsciously.

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't fall asleep, so I went to study. I didn't sleep all night, but because I slept during the day, it was okay even all night.

Sister-in-law Marcela took good care of people. She came to the villa early and cooked breakfast.

Seeing me go downstairs, change my clothes, and take care of my hair a little bit, she gave me curious look and asked, "Are you going out later?"

I nodded. "I have an appointment. Let's go out."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Looking at her, she was a little worried. "The dark circles under your eyes are heavy again. Did you wake up last night and didn't fall asleep?"

I said a word, ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast, and then went out.

Originally, I didn't intend to go out, but Frida Biden sent me a message saying that she was in Hempstead. Since we are already friends, I should make the most of the friendship of the landlord.

Having said that, I naturally had no reason to refuse, so I agreed.

Before going out, I looked around the garage and found that several low-key cars had been sent for maintenance, and several newly maintained cars were too ostentatious.

After a moment of hesitation, I drove Jordan's black Maybach, which looked relatively ordinary and low-key.

Perhaps because I was not used to driving, so all the way was relatively slow, some tortoise speed.

By the time she arrived at the meeting place agreed with Frida, she had already arrived.

When she saw me, she waved at me.

Frida Biden was the real daughter, with top looks and figure, and needless to say about her family background.

She was a year or two older than me, unmarried, and a career girl.

Shrewd, decisive, and handsome.

When she saw me sit down, she didn't say much. She snapped her fingers and called the waiter. She looked at me and said, "What would you like to eat?"

In the French restaurant, I shrugged my shoulders and looked at her. "I haven't tested it. I need you to lead the way."

She picked her eyebrows without ink and said directly, "Salmon custard, oyster soup, fried lobster, French fish rolls, and an orange French toast." After a pause, she curled her lips. "For the time being, thank you!"

When the waiter left, she looked at me with a cold face. "The dark circles under the eyes are so serious, what happened recently?"

"A little thing!" I opened my mouth, paused and looked at her, and said, "Were you here to run errands in Hempstead?"

She shook her head. "No, I went out for a walk on annual leave. I wanted to go abroad, but I thought I was bored with those places, and I had nothing to go to, so I came here to ask you out for dinner and chat."

I picked my eyebrows and said, "It's as simple as that!"

She nodded. "Of course, what did you think? There were only three things in my life, parents, making friends, and making money. "

The definition of a winner in life was different.

She dressed very elegantly and looked at me and said, "You are the most boring friend I have ever had contact with."

That was pretty straightforward.

I smiled and didn't say anything.

Seeing me smile, she said, "The Astley family industry and the Weld family industry are enough for you to settle down and enjoy life, but I wonder why you have planned your life so badly. Don't you find it boring that you devote your energy and life to love and your so-called hatred?"

I was stupefied for a moment, looked up at her for a moment, the waiter served a French fish roll, she ended the topic, naturally said, "Taste it!"

I tasted it, and it was very delicious. French food was famous all over the world, mostly because of its wide range of materials and exquisite dishes.

"What do you think?" She raised her eyebrows and looked high.

I seem to see what I looked like when I just graduated from college. At that time, Maisie and I would dress ourselves up beautifully, and then run all over Hempstead on weekends, and even go to other cities.

We would go taste the best food and see the most beautiful scenery. At that time, I thought, when I get rich, I will go to all the cities in the world and see and eat the characteristics of each city.

"Juicy and fleshy!" I asked. I can't help feeling very relaxed.

The waiter sent a blood work. She raised her eyebrow and smiled. "Have a taste!"

I took a sip, and she laughed. "Eating French food mainly enjoys the aristocratic experience. Usually, after we have eaten the first main course, the waiter will send you a snow flower, which is made of fruit juice and champagne, in addition to the refreshing taste. It also helps to increase your appetite for the next course."

Indeed, as she said, the taste was really good, and it had an appetizing effect.

I looked at her, smiled, and relaxed a lot. "If you were to introduce me to the characteristics of French food, you wouldn't have gone so far."

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Ivelle, you think everyone is too complicated. We don't have so much purpose. I came to see you. It's really simple. I just wanted to have dinner with you."