###Chapter 409 We All Know What We Want – Part 1

###Chapter 409 We All Know What We Want – Part 1

There won't be any flowers at home for a while, and broccoli was not bad.

Holding the broccoli, Felix Stewart pressed the twitching corners of his mouth and hesitated for a while before leaving.

Seeing that he was gone, I went back to my bedroom to find my clothes, packed them up, and then went to the garage and drove out.

The appointment with Blair Wilde was at noon, and I arrived early, so I found a restaurant to wait for.

After all, I appeared on TV shows a few times. When the waiter came forward to greet me, he recognized me. He was surprised, but fortunately, he restrained himself and just looked at me and smiled.

He greeted politely, "Would you like to order now, miss?"

I smiled, shook my head, and said, "Give me a glass of water first. I'll order it when someone comes. Thank you."

The waiter smiled and brought a glass of warm water, still politely saying, "Feel free to call me if you need anything."

I nodded and said, "Thank you."

He turned away, went to the bar, and whispered to his colleagues, looking in my direction from time to time, and they were obviously talking about me.

I pursed my lips, drank water slowly, and looked out of the window. Jordan Astley had brought down the Badger Group, and now the hot spots were in Badger Group's shaky stock market.

Although I know, I can't say anything to Jordan. The seed of hatred was planted in Aaron Badger's heart. Many years ago, the pain was magnified by him day by day, and grew into a demon, covered with resentment and pain. I hope he can let it go, but I have no right to blame him.

All kinds of life, who can judge who is wrong and who is right, Nicole Blakeley said to Jordan, whether it was persistence or true love, but now, it is difficult to turn back.

Some people are just considered to be passer-by, infatuation is also useless, so letting go is the best self-comfort.

Unwittingly, a glass of water was bottomed out. I haven't seen Blair coming, the time has passed noon already.

The cell phone suddenly rang. It was Blair.

He was very sorry and said, "Ivelle, my child suddenly has a fever. I just came to the hospital. I'm sorry. I'll ask you next time."

I nodded. "It's all right, the baby is more important."

After all, I was in a hurry. I couldn't ask more questions. I hung up the phone and looked at the water cup that had seen the bottom on the table.

It's all here. You can't just drink a glass of water and leave. It doesn't make sense. Just hire a waiter and order a meal.

During the meal, a phone call came in, it was a strange phone call, there was no comment, and the belonging point was the capital.

I clicked on and got through.

I greet politely, "Hello, who is this?"

"Ivelle, it's me!" The voice of a middle-aged man was low, magnetic, and powerful.

I can hear it. It's Andrew Biden.

Slightly tightening the spoon in my hand, I said, "Well, how do you do now?"

The other end of the phone seemed to be weighing his words for a moment before saying, "Are you busy these days? Tomorrow is New Year's Day, your mother and I thought we would come to see you and Blossom so that the whole family is complete for the New year. Do you think that's all right?"

Half a hundred old people have come over, he was good at the mall underworld, but he has become cautious in the face of my daughter.

I was a little sad. I took a sip of water and moisturized my dry throat. I nodded and said, "Well, good!"

It seemed to be a surprise and an accident, and the old man on the other end breathed a sigh of relief and said like a child, "Well then, your mother and I will come early tomorrow. What do you like to eat? I'll cook with your mother tomorrow, and what do you like for Blossom? Do you think Barbie dolls are all right?"

He was so excited that he was not like himself.

I said, "No, it's all at home. You can just come here and you don't have to bring anything."

"I can't do that. Ask her what she wants to eat. I'll cook it for her tomorrow." This was the voice of Erin, and it was obvious that the two were together.

I sighed slightly and said, "No, Jordan will tell someone to buy it without anything."

There was a reminder that the battery was low on the phone. I looked at it, and before they finished, I said, "The phone is running out of power. I'll hang up first."

When I hung up the phone, I was a little distracted. When I was young, Maisie and I often lay in the same bed and said, "We must not get married in the future. At that time, we will work hard to make money and buy a big house. Two people live their own small life in the villa. I don't have to deal with seven aunts and eight aunts. Actually, it's pretty good."

Now that I was thinking about it, a smile did not rise from the corners of my mouth. People at each age having that they are not the same. To a certain age, having children is happiness.

I suddenly thought of Alice Astley. Because the phone was running out of power, I sent a message to Jordan and asked him to pick up Alice tomorrow.

The days after that were so long, there were not a few stumbling days, and they were always a family.

After sending the message, the phone was completely turned off.

The waiter served the food, and something strange came from the restaurant because of the change caused by the people coming in at the door.

I instinctively looked up and saw Aaron Badger, who was walking in front of me. It seemed that he was supposed to talk about things. Badger Group's ups and downs made him a bit haggard.

His long, cold body was still tall and straight, and his short hair was a little idle. I thought he had not taken care of it, and he was cold in nature.

Even if the same group of people walked in, it also looked a little cold and unhandsome.

I sat by the window, and if he hadn't been reminded, he wouldn't have looked at me so accurately.

So, I guess it was the restaurant manager standing next to him who reminded him.

After all, people who have spread gossip will inevitably not bring people together, on a par with each other.

With those eyes facing each other, I lowered my eyes and ate the meal indifferently, thinking that I should have gone back earlier.

Fortunately, he did not come forward, but glanced at it and sat down with his companions.

I already lost my appetite, and at this time, I didn't want to eat more.

I put down the spoon and fork, suddenly, outside there began the patter of rain, winter rain, mixed with cold.

I went out in such a hurry that I forgot to bring my umbrella.

When I walked out of the restaurant, it was still raining, and it was possible to rush into the car despite the rain.

It's just that the winter rain was so cold that I am afraid that I can't help standing at the door and pausing for a moment.

An umbrella was held above my head. I didn't look sideways. I didn't have to look at it. I knew whose it was.

"Did you drive here? Or did you take a taxi?" The man's voice was cold and faint, and his slender body stood beside me, which could block most of the cold wind.

I looked up at the seemingly endless rain and said, "I drove here!"

He nodded. "I'll take you."

"No!" I opened my mouth and simply refused.

The laughter was heard by my ear, with self-deprecation, he said, "Even if I hate it, I don't have to be like this. I'm not a jackal, tiger, and leopard, so you don't have to avoid me."

I curled my lips and stared at my wet shoes. "I didn't mean to give you that money. You and Jordan Astley are both dragons and phoenixes among people. There is no need to hurt each other for the sake of someone who is not worth it."

Between shopping malls, if they can make a profit together, it is the best.

He sneered. "Are you feeling sorry for me" Or do you feel sorry for Jordan?"

He's stubborn, I know.