###Chapter 327 Return to Beijing - Part 2

###Chapter 327 Return to Beijing - Part 2

Jordan Astley nodded. He did not read it, but handed me the document directly, picked up his eyebrows, and said, "Have a look."

Abe Tucker smiled, looked at Jordan, and said, "Boss Jordan, you and Miss Ivelle seem to have known each other for a long time."

I always felt like he's asking on purpose.

Jordan raised his eyebrow and put the broken hair on his forehead behind his ear. His voice was warm and moist. "Well, we've been married for seven years," Jordan said. "

Someone took a breath in the air, and even Abe stiffened slightly, which no one seemed to expect.

Jordan didn't seem to care. When he saw me looking up at him, he smiled, "What? You don't think your husband can't stand on the table and deserve to be the father of Blossom, so you have to pretend you don't know him? "

This was obviously intentional.

I was stupefied. I closed my lips and didn't open my mouth.

In the office, someone began to whisper, "She turned out to be Jordan Astley's wife. Oh, my God!"

There were surprises and surprises.

The gossip of the past few days was now self-defeating.

I sighed slightly. He deliberately came to see me in the office today. I think it was Abe who said something to him. That's why he came here on purpose.

"Are you done?" Jordan spoke. As he spoke, he already took my hand.

I nodded and got up.

He looked at Abe and said, "Dinner together?"

Abe shook his head slightly. "Go ahead I have an appointment. I'll pick up Jed and go back to see my mother in the evening. We then went out of the hotel and got in the car.

I looked sideways at him and asked, "When did you arrive?"

"I just got here.", he replied.

We talked shallowly along the way, but we were not unfamiliar with them.

Jordan saw from far away stood in line a small face. Inside the school, carrying a schoolbag was Blossom and she seemed to be particularly happy.

Blossom waved excitedly to Jordan. Jordan smiled and raised his hand to greet her.

I smiled and asked, "How's Dr. Brad Silverman?"

I haven't mentioned him for a long time, this was the next question.

He looked sideways at me, holding me in his hand. "He has gone to Chicago and might intend to pursue his practice there."

"Are you married?" It has been four years since we counted the time. Maisie Rogers was like a silent passer-by to him.

He curled his lips. "Probably not."

I looked up at him and wondered, "Was there anyone he can't forget?"

"Uncle Jordan!" Blossom came out and the conversation between us came to an abrupt end.

He picked up Blossom and got into the car. Jordan looked at Blossom and said, "What do you want to eat?"

"Ice cream and a family bucket!" The little guy blurted out almost without thinking.

Jordan smiled, his eyes fell on me, and his voice was shallow, "You may have to ask your mother."

Looking at me, Blossom pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders. She knew it was impossible, but was smart enough to say, "Mom, what do you want to eat?"

It was so hot and dry that I could hardly eat anything at night. After thinking about it, I said, "Let's go home and eat."

Blossom was a little lost, bowed her head, and said, "All right."

Obviously reluctant, Jordan smiled, turned the car around, and went driving the alley.

It was hot and almost no appetite, I prepared simple stir-fried vegetables and did not eat much. Blossom went to the yard to pick watermelons.

She came back with a big one and looked at Jordan and said, "Uncle Jordan, please eat with me today. I wanted to eat with you uncle the last time, but you went back."

Jordan looked at me and said, "Uncle?"

"Jordan!" When I opened my mouth, I had no intention of hiding it.

He nodded and took the watermelon from Blossom and divided the watermelon into two halves. This variety was the heavy one. At home is Kirin melon which was not as big, but very sweet.

Three people, one big and one small, and one half looks quite harmonious.

"Your father is going to go on a blind date with her again, and he comes here to see you and watch the four seasons?"

He opened his mouth and his eyes fell on me, a little deep.

I froze for a moment and smiled. "the reason he ran away was not because of me, but probably because there was someone in his heart and didn't know it, so he came to me."

But I'm a little curious about who that girl is.

In that case, he said no more and used a spoon to dig out the pulp in the center of the watermelon and send it to my mouth.

Forced to take a bite, I said, "I don't like watermelons very much." Otherwise, the four Seasons would not like to go to the fields to pick them every time someone at home came to pick them. She would like someone to accompany her to eat together.

As the night darkened, Felix Stewart came over. Jordan got up, hugged Blossom, looked at me, and said, "It's getting late, you go to bed early."

I was stunned for a moment, "You?" Doesn't he want to stay?

The latter words did not ask. He came, I welcomed him. He wanted to go, I will not ask him to stay.

Blossom tilted her head and looked at him, wondering, "Will Uncle Jordan live in our house?"

He smiled, his slender body crouched beside Blossom and Jordan said, "Uncle has something to do. I'll come and see Blossom again when I have time."

Blossom nodded, a little lost.

He got up, looked at me, and smiled, "Go to bed early."

Watching him and Felix leave, I was silent for a long time and went back to the house with Blossom. It was still hot in August.

Counting the time, Blossom will soon be five years old.

The next day.

It was the weekend. I was not surprised by the arrival of Felix. He carried something in his hand which surprised me a little.

They are all home-cooked side dishes that rejuvenates the body, and all these things are in the yard. If Jordan asked him to bring them, then it seems to be a bit redundant.

He knew that I have these things in my yard.

"Ma'am!" Felix opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse as if he didn't sleep well last night.

There were dark circles around the eye, looking particularly tired.

"What's the matter?" I motioned him to come in but he chose to stay where he was. He just handed me what he had in his hand and said, "Boss Jordan had been socializing in the Capital for some time now and had drunk a lot of wine in the past few days. His stomach bleeding was a little serious. Last night he was afraid you would worry, so he went to the hotel by himself."

I was stupefied for a moment. I didn't speak. I just listened to him talk.

"He won't let me come to you, but it's been going on for so long and he doesn't want to go to the hospital. I'm afraid something will happen to him if he drags on for too long. Can you persuade him?"

I pursed my lips. It tensed up and confused, "When did he start doing this?"

"Four years ago, after you left, he was like this. He seemed to have devoted all his energy to work, but in fact, he was forcing himself to death. Sometimes he drank all night and was brought to the hospital several times due to stomach bleeding. The doctor told him not to touch the wine, but he didn't listen at all. He still drank as usual. Ma'am, you actually know how to handle him better than anyone."

After taking inside the side dish in his hand, I said, "I'll be there in a minute. You give me your room card, go back, and have a good rest later. Your health is important."

When he saw that I answered, he smiled with delight and smiled like a child. He gave me his room card and I said, "I'll then hurry and be over there in a minute."