###Chapter 300 Mystery Man – Part 12

Jordan raised his hand and held my face softly. His hands were very warm and as he gazed into my eyes, he kissed my lips firmly.

The kiss was so passionate that the people who were going in and out of the airport couldn't help but pay attention to us. He looked like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me right then and there.

If we hadn't been at the airport at that time, I was afraid that we would have done it at the exact spot.

When I got in the car, Jordan ordered me to go directly to the hotel. He put on the sunscreen in the back seat, and Jordan made me sit beside him without the slightest hesitation.

I raised my hand and played with his hand gently. I looked at him and said, "Why are you at the airport?"

He put an arm around my shoulder and replied to me in a low and hoarse voice, "Marcela told me that she couldn't call you most of the time."

I was stunned. "So, are you going to go back to me?"

He smiled. M had not much heavy traffic. When we arrived at the hotel, he didn't let me out right away. He went out first and opened the car door for me.

Finally, we have arrived in our hotel room. As soon as I closed the door, he pressed me against the wall and kissed me deeply.

We did not care whether the outsiders would hear us. Jordan was becoming wilder and wilder.

His movements were urgent, but it was still extraordinarily reserved and elegant.

He held me in his arms softly and his breath moved rapidly. He asked me with his hoarse voice, "Do you miss me?"

He exerted a lot of pressure on his thrusts, and I felt a pain in my stomach. My hand pressed against him, and instinctively scratched him.

He screamed out of pain and abruptly stopped his action. A pair of dark eyes seemed to pierce through me as he looked at me. "If you keep scratching me, your husband would not have perfect and seamless skin on his body anymore."

I looked at him. His face was burning red. "Well, you deserve it."

He laughed. "When did my wife get so aggressive? You're a little wildcat, aren't you?"

I didn't know how long we did it. I was so tired that I fell asleep immediately and my body seemed to have already fallen apart.

I slept so soundly that it was the next morning when I woke up. Throughout the night, there was Jordan by my side.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him lying next to me, smiling widely with the corners of his mouth, while wearing a bathrobe. He had obviously just woken up as well.

When he saw that I have also woken up, he spoke with his dry and deep voice. "Hey, are you hungry?"

I nodded and started moving my body. My belly hurt a little from what happened last night. While he was tossing around as nothing happened, I was in terrible pain even with my slightest movements.

When he saw me frowned, he raised his eyebrow while his palm fell on my belly. "Does it still hurt?"

I nodded.

"I just ordered a meal and it's supposed to arrive now. Let's lie down and have a rest after we finish eating."

When I saw the opened laptop waiting on his desk, he seemed to be in the middle of completing a document. I was slightly surprised. "Do you have a job today?"

He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "Yes, I do."

His hot and humid kisses touched my skin and paused for a long time on my lips. He said, "But you, my love, are more important."

I moved over but I still couldn't get up. I asked him for a favor. "You need to carry me to the bathroom."

He smiled, his eyes filled with light. He carried me like a princess, went into the bathroom, and sat me on the bathroom table. He asked in a seductive voice, "Can you wash it yourself?"

I nodded and noticed his ambiguous eyes. I understood what he was insinuating right away. I blushed for a moment and said angrily, "Jordan Astley, you rascal."

He was funny. "I asked if you can wash your face! Why? What else are you thinking of?"

As he approached me, he lowered his voice. "Besides, I have never washed it for you, right?"

The doorbell rang and he walked away to answer the door. It was the delivery man.

I washed up and when I came out, I saw that he had already prepared the cutlery. When he saw me coming out, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you bring your hygiene kit?"

I nodded, my face a little dry. However, I did not bring my cosmetics and skincare products.

He raised eyebrows to point at the things lying on the bedside table.

I looked sideways and saw that a set of cosmetic products had been placed, all of which were the brands I usually used. I didn't know when he prepared it.

I couldn't help looking back at his delightful face. "You're unbelievable."

"Come and have dinner once you're all prepared!" He spoke before I could even scold him.

This man was truly a gentleman. Even without saying a word, he knew how to attend to my needs and desires.

The food in M country didn't seem to have much taste and savor, and he probably read my mind when he saw me staring with a disappointed look at the steak.

He opened his mouth and said, "This neighborhood is quite far from the popular restaurants in America. Why don't you eat a bit of food first and have a rest? We'll eat in a diner in the evening, okay?"

I nodded and looked at him. I said, "Don't you have to work? Do you have time to stay with me later?"˙

He smiled, took the steak in my hand, and cut it into pieces. He handed it to me piece by piece, and said, "Be careful with cutting steaks like these."

I still felt sick as I ate the meat. I just lied on the bed and pretended to have a good sleep. It was impossible to fall asleep even if I forced myself to shut my eyes and think of nothing.

Once I gave up on sleep, I went to take out the books I had not finished reading on the plane. Meanwhile, Jordan was busy with his affairs to the computer.

"Who is the last murderer?" I didn't know when he sat next to me and lay down.

I was shocked for a moment and looked at him weirdly. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the cheek out of a sudden.

I found out today that this man seemed to like kissing me very much.

"You haven't finished yet? I'm almost done." With that, I bowed my head and finished reading the remaining pages.

The author of the ending did not say who the killer was. I was a little confused. I looked back at him with a disgruntled expression and asked, "The author didn't write who the killer was?"

He laughed and answered, "There is a reason."