###Chapter 433 We Should Rest Now

I put down my phone, turned around and went to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and rinsed myself with it.

When I came out, I was surprised to see Jordan Astley standing by the bed. I didn't react for a while, although I was so surprised that I almost cried out.

Because I came in such a hurry that I didn't bring a change of clothes, so I threw my clothes directly into the washing machine after the shower. When I came out of the bathroom, I was only wrapped in a bath towel.

Although I have frankly wanted him to stay for countless times, my face was still burning badly while his eyes looked at me.

"How did you get in here?" I knew that I had already locked the door, so how did he come in?

His dark eyes fell on me and drew his eyebrows slightly. "Ivelle, let's talk."

"We have nothing to talk about now. It's very late. We both should be resting." With that, I sat down by the bed, bowed my head and wiped my hair.

When the towel in my hand was taken by him, I frowned. I raised my eyes and saw that he wiped my hair without changing his mood.

"I can wipe it myself!" With that, I reached for the towel in his hand.

He avoided it.

The anger that had been brewing in the bottom of my heart increased, and I opened my mouth angrily, "Jordan Astley ..."

Suddenly, he bowed his head, grabbed my face, and kissed me without warning.

There was a great difference between the two, not to mention that they were angry with each other, so his kiss brought punishment and almost suffocated me.

If it were not for fear that I would suffocate to death, I was afraid he would continue to kiss.

I turned my head aside and didn't look at him.

He reached out. He pinched my chin and looked at me with some flickering light in his black eyes. "Shouldn't I be angrier?"

He asked. His eyes were gloomy and looked at me with resentment.

I didn't open my eyes. I removed my chin from the palm of his hand. I looked at him, still angry. "Then go and be mad at me. I want to rest."

Jordan Astley smiled angrily. The helplessness he felt was obvious in his voice, "Ivelle, are you reasonable?"

"No!" If he had anger in his heart, it couldn't be solved at the moment.

He probably figured it out. But without taking any chances, he took off his coat and threw it aside. He raised his hand to unbutton his shirt and I stared at his long, beautiful fingers.

He watched at me with a pair of dark eyes. He looked at me gracefully and with some meaningful eyes.

"You. Why are you undressing? " I opened my mouth and my voice stuttered a little.

"To rest!" After he said those two words, his shirt has been unbuttoned. He took it off and casually threw it aside. The room felt hot as his sturdy figure walked straight in front of me.

For a time, I pursed my lips and subconsciously looked away. As the old saying said, "If you are not courteous, you should not see."

I heard him chuckle and I couldn't help but say, "Jordan Astley, you ..."

The man moved so fast and had thrown away his trousers. He leaned over me.

I froze for a moment, and then subconsciously moved away.

Before I climbed the other side of the two-meter big bed, he grabbed me on my ankle and then pulled me closer to his arms.

Surrounded by his arms, I got a little angry. I raised my eyes and stared at him and roared, "Jordan Astley, what are you doing? I want to get some rest."

"Well, then rest!" The man's voice was soft with a bit of teasing sound, "We have to get up early in the morning, and we need to have a good rest."

How could she listen to him? She felt that everything he said had a different meaning. After all, they were a man and a woman lying like this.

But he just hugged me and did not make any unnecessary movements. A few minutes later, I cannot help but relax and dropped my guard.

We had known each other for many years. I knew better than anyone that it was useless for me to do anything if he wanted to stay.

So, I just closed my eyes and then tried to rest.

The past nights, I was extremely restless even in my sleep. Blossom was lost. I always woke up in the middle of the night. Fortunately, tonight, Jordan Astley was by my side. Every time I woke up, he raised his hand and patted me on the back to appease me.

I woke up at six in the morning and looked up at the dark sky outside the hotel. I couldn't fall asleep again.

Jordan Astley's arms around me continued to hold me. After a moment of hesitation, I moved my body.

Even if the movement was very light, but still woke him up. They were facing each other. The man's eyes were a little confused as he was still not fully awake.

"What's the matter?" He spoke in a hoarse voice.

I folded my lips, got up and said, "I need to..."

He probably saw the time clearly and realized that it was still early. He reached out and took me in his arms and said, "It's still early."

I could not move with his arms tightly around me, so I couldn't help but reach for the cell phone on the nightstand.

But he pressed his hand and said, "Be a good girl and rest."

I curled my lips and said, "I can't sleep!"

He opened his dark eyes and his voice was a little hoarse. "Then what shall we do?"

I froze and stopped talking.

I tried to avoid it but Jordan Astley spoke deliberately and leaned closer to me.

We could be honest with each other in the dark night because we could not clearly each other's face. But the more so, with the room's atmosphere, it was easy for me to contemplate.

The sky gradually whitened, and the gray light spread across the horizon.

Sleepiness and fatigue came at the same time. I wanted to sleep, but it was still the same. I could not sleep at all.

He lay next to me, his voice magnetically thrilling, "Going to take a shower?"