###Chapter 333 Return To Madrid - Part 8

I tilted my head, leaned against his shoulder, and said shallowly, "I wanted to tell you, but I thought you were in the capital, so I wanted to call you when I arrived there."

He nodded and put his hand around me. "Wherever you are, you have to tell me and let me know that you are safe."

I said graciously, looking at the crowds coming and going, I couldn't help saying, "And how did you find this place?"

He smiled. "Can you guess?"

I shook my head, could not guess, looked up at him, there was some warm light in my eyes, "Maybe it's fate!"

He nodded and smiled down at me and he dropped a kiss on my forehead.

The shadows on the street were mottled and messy, the continuous drizzle came gently, and the eyes looked at each other, and the kiss came as a bit of an accident.

Eager and crazy, gentle and long, there is a sound of breathing in the air, perhaps the passers-by came by some accident.

Perhaps someone recognized Jordan. For a long time, he loosened me. Although I was not surrounded, passers-by stopped and looked at me deliberately, seeming to explore and seemed surprised.

Someone took a picture on his mobile phone again, presumably recognizing Jordan.

I looked up at him, his face burning badly, "I am being watched like a monkey, blame you."

He smiled and held me in his hand. "Blame me!"

And then a Black Maybach stopped by the side of the road and put me in the driver's seat. Felix Stewart got out of the car and went to Jordan.

Jordan said something in his ear. Then Jordan got into the car and looked sideways at me. "What would you like to eat?"

I realized that I had been sitting here for hours.

"Anything will do!"

Western restaurant.

It has always been a habitual choice.

Over the past four years, Hempstead has changed a lot. The address was chosen by Jordan. It is located on the roof of the city garden building in the center of the city.

Before I ordered a meal we met an acquaintance, not my acquaintance, but Jordan's.

She was Selena Monroe. She can also be regarded as a legendary woman. Even far, the woman's exquisite makeup and clothing, she became the most eye-catching woman as soon as she appeared. After seeing me, Selena Monroe's smile on the face became stiff, and she seemed to be thinking about something. But only for a moment, she smiled and looked at Jordan and said, "I thought you were busy at work, but I was surprised that you came to see your friends."

Jordan did not have many superfluous emotions, but just spoke faintly, "Did you come alone?"

She smiled, "I am with a friend from Samson's Electronics. We need to find a suitable photographer. It's for the company's publicity." Jordan nodded and said, "Well, then go and get busy!"

Selena Monroe smiled with a bit of embarrassment, and her eyes fell on me, she politely and gracefully asked, "Who is this?"

"My wife, Ivelle Astley." Jordan opened his mouth, raised his hand, and pointed to Selena Monroe, whose face was become somewhat stiff. He looked at me and said, "Selena Monroe, an artist under Astley's Media."

Such an introduction. Selena Monroe's face is a little stiff, but after all, she is a person who has been in the show business for so many years.

She looked at me and held out her hand. "Hello, Miss Ivelle. I'm Selena Monroe. You can call me Selena."

I nodded, shook hands with her, smiled, and said, "I'm Jordan's ex-wife, Ivelle. Hello, Miss Selena."

She froze again for a few seconds and said, "Ex-wife? You and Mr. Astley are divorced?"

I nodded. "It has been four years."

Selena Monroe seems to be a little surprised, but after all, she is an actress with a well-controlled expression. "Okay, I know you two are busy, and I'll go to see my friends first," she said with a smile, and then she left.

Jordan said that he cherished his words like gold, but nodded indifferently.

I smiled and didn't say much.

When Selena Monroe was far away, I was so numb by Jordan that I could not help but say, "If you look at me like this, you may have to live up to such a good restaurant."

He laughed and gracefully cut the steak brought by the waiter and put it in front of me in exchange for the steak that had never been touched since it was placed on the table. I don't like cutting steak. My hands are indeed clumsy. In the past, Maisie said that when I cut a steak, she felt like I was dissecting a corpse.

Half of the reason why Europeans like to use knives and forks is that a long time ago, Europeans ate raw food, so they basically ate it fresh.

I didn't check Maisie's conclusion, but I had this idea in my mind most of the time.

Selena Monroe is not far away, and her position is enough to see clearly the position of Jordan and me.

"Here, have some juice first." Jordan opened his mouth and sent the juice to my mouth.

I was forced to drink and couldn't help laughing. Most of the man's movements were deliberate.

"I'll do it myself. You don't have to be so deliberate!" It is not hypocritical, Selena Monroe's pair of beautiful eyes is not so far to see, more or less is some unnatural.

"Since we are in love, we should naturally appear closer." So this man's actions are intentional.

I sighed. What a grudge!

Looking at the steak he sent me, I was a little helpless. "I can really do it myself."

The man picked his eyebrow and said, "I like to feed you."

I am not a kid.

When I came out of the restaurant, I smiled. "When I was in Primrose, one day in a bar, a young man named Jaydee Preston confessed his love to me as Selena Monroe, and later left me a handful of words."

In fact, I was not interested. It is really difficult to avoid if people are mistaken me to be another person. And for several times I was being told that I look so similar to someone else's who I did not know.

But just now, when I took a serious and closer look at Selena Monroe, I could say that we have a very strong resemblance. The eyes and eyebrows, the nose, the shape of the face... Yes, we are indeed look alike.

He started the car and hooked his lips. "That is only because most of the people in this world are trying to imitate you as much as they can. But the charm, personality, and disposition can't be imitated. No matter how much they look like you, they can never be you."

I just smiled and said no more.

After a day of twists and turns, I was so tired and fell asleep while he is driving. And when I opened my eyes, he is parking his car in front of the villa.

I opened my mouth, still sleepy, "Where are we?"

"We're home!" He opened his mouth and leaned over to unfasten my seat belt.

I opened my eyes wide and looked at each other, with some unspeakable meaning, and his breath was warm and moist, with a hint of tobacco.

Subconsciously looked away and was suddenly kissed by him, violently and persistently.

It took me a long time to find my voice, "Blossom is still in Victory apartment, I have to go back!"

He spoke with a clear eye. "I called Jon. He will take care of Blossom. Now that he is back, there is no reason to live apart."

I raised my eyebrows. "We are divorced."

He spoke in a hoarse voice. "I didn't sign it."

He picked me up and went straight into the villa. I realized that this is the same villa we used to live together. The house has been renovated, but the house is still the same. After four years, it still felt like home to me.

Jordan is trying to hold me throughout, and then I simply said, "I can go by myself."

I find it inappropriate for me to hold him like this.

He smiled. "It's all right, you have a rest with your eyes closed."

I am funny, just a few steps, why worry about these few minutes.

It surprised me that people were sitting in the living room. It was Alice Astley and Selena Monroe, whom I had just met earlier.