###Chapter 455 Those Who Have To Wait At The End Of Years – Part 9

###Chapter 455 Those Who Have To Wait At The End Of Years – Part 9

Fortunately, the two men did not talk too much nonsense and followed her one after the other.

"Where are you going?" A cool voice sounded, almost without emotion but the timbre was strong enough to be heard clearly and concisely.

The two men stopped and Ivelle looked over the person who questioned them. It was the man she saw in front of the grave just now.

"Damn it, who the fuck are you? Mind your own business." One of the two men used foul language and opened his mouth rudely.

The man smiled lightly, still cold and fierce. "It is broad daylight, don't you two pay attention?"

"This is none of your business!" These two men are arrogant as they hooted in chorus.

"Since we are hiring people, we should always teach proper etiquette. Can't you understand that you are disturbing public order and hurting others at will and taking people away without courtesy and shame?" The man pulled his coat leisurely while his face was expressionless.

The two men saw that he was meddling and did not talk too much nonsense, so they came forward to beat him up.

They probably did not anticipate that this tall, slender man is good. For a few times, these two strong hoodlums suffered. One of them awkwardly looked at him and said. "You'd better mind your own business."

The man nodded and retorted sarcastically. "Well, I rarely mind my own business. As you can see, no matter and anywhere, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Fuck!" They probably knew that he could not beat him, so the two men simply threw out Felix who was tied up in the car.

With that, they immediately drove away and afraid to be caught.

Ivelle was busy untying the rope for Felix. As soon as she untied the rope, she got up to thank the man who helped them but was disappointed to know that he already left.

Without too much entanglement, she looked at Felix and asked worriedly. "Is everything all right?"

He shook his head, got in the car, and drove straight to the airport.

Jordan always arranged bodyguards with her in the Capital, but this time, they were at Hempstead did not intend to come for a few days, so Ivelle asked Felix and me to come.

What happened today was an accident, but there was no security. Felix was vigilant. Naturally, he wouldn't let Ivelle stay in Hempstead for too long.

So, she opted to with him and simply booked a flight back to the Capital directly.

By the time she got to the Capital, it was already 11:00 in the evening. Blossom was asleep while Felix held her in his arms.

As soon as she got out of the airport before Ivelle realized what was going on, she was pulled closer to someone's arms and hugged tightly.

It was only when she smelled the familiar scent and realized that it was Jordan. Felix told him that he wanted to come to the graveyard.

Ivelle didn't say anything. When they got in the car, he told Felix to go home and have a good rest while they will go back to the villa in the eastern suburbs.

Back to the villa, Jordan put Blossom on the bed. They went back to the bedroom and he hugged her tightly. His eyes were deep as he looked at her intently.

He said. "I miss you very much." Adults express their love differently from children.

Children say that they miss you very straightforwardly. However, the miss among the older population is conveyed differently.

She looked up at him and smiled teasingly. "It's not romantic."

He smiled. "What should I say?"

As she thought about it, the moonlight tonight is very beautiful. Ivelle always felt that whenever 'it' comes out of his mouth, it appeared very awkward.

'Maybe it should be better if I'll say straightforwardly that sentence, I think that's better.' She shyly thought as heat crept up her cheeks.

She just smiled, pulled him closer, and said. "I miss you, too."

In fact, it was not a very romantic word. The moment that Ivelle and Jordan looked into each other's eyes and said that that they both miss each other, they read each other's mind instantly.

After taking a bath, she laid on the bed and thought about what happened earlier. She can't just shut up about what happened in Hempstead. Ivelle can't hold back.

Pillowed on his arm, she confessed honestly. "I met a cold man in front of my grandmother's grave. He saved us today, but I don't know his name."

Jordan looked sideways at her as worry on his face was well hidden. "Felix already checked who was behind it. Such a thing like that will never happen again."

He said as she was almost taken away.

Several disasters that she experienced and went through, Ivelle has long learned how to calm down. As she leaned on his arm, she smiled. "Grandma said that as long as people live, there will always be some disaster. She said that it is a proof of life and inevitable."

He smiled. "You really know how to comfort yourself."

Ivelle took it as a compliment. She thought about the mysterious man but still couldn't figure out who he is. She couldn't help but say. "Who wants to see me and take so much trouble?"

His lips flared, his eyes darkened, and he changed the subject. "Ivelle, can we go to my aunt say that we'll have dinner tomorrow at her place?"

She nodded in agreement. During the Tomb Sweeping Day Festival, Ivelle always wanted to talk around with someone.

Aware of his reaction, she was a little tired. She looked at him for some time and said. "I'm very tired!"

He nodded slightly and just put his arms around her and whispered in a low voice. "All right, get some sleep."

Although she remained silent, Ivelle was afraid. Once is an accident, three or four times that it happened is not normal.

She didn't want to see blood on the bed every time she wakes up, which means she may not be as healthy as she thought.

Maybe it was because she was too tired, or maybe because she was lying in his arms that Ivelle slept soundly.

She slept very soundly while Jordan embraced her.

The next day, Ivelle slept too deeply and was woken up by Jordan. She didn't know when he got out of bed with a cell phone in his hand.

It looked like he has just taken a shower. "Someone is calling you."

She was still a little awake, so she reached for her phone, clicked it through, and put it in her ear.

"Have you come back yet? Do you have a free time today? Come out and have coffee with me." It was Frida.

Ivelle answered with her voice that was a little hoarse. "Maybe not. I have an appointment today. I can't go."

She said. "Make a reservation the day after tomorrow, don't ask anyone out."

She nodded, hung up the phone, and saw Jordan looking at her, She could not help but blushed and consciously asked. "What's the matter?"

"Are you hungry?" As he spoke, he put the clothes he had chosen by the bedside, which he chose for her.

Sitting up straight, Ivelle shook her head and got up to change her clothes. She moved too fast and looked a little anxious.

He grasped her wrist with some helplessness. "Take your time, don't get stuck anxious. Your button is wrong."

Before she could take a closer look, his beautiful fingers had already buckled it for her.

Jordan bowed his head and she looked at his leisurely movement. Her heartbeat, which was already accelerated too fast, seemed to be getting worse.

Her face was a little red. Some people say that if two people have been together for a long time, blushing and accelerating heartbeat will be gone. What bothered her was it can be calculated that Jordan and she have been together for many years.

For breakfast, Ivelle didn't eat much. He was a little dissatisfied and signaled her to eat a few more mouthfuls. Ivelle couldn't eat anymore. If she continues, she would definitely throw up.

Ivelle replied. "Eating hard is bad for our stomach."

He curled his lips and stopped pushing her

When she went out, Ivelle looked at her mobile phone and seemed to be looking for an address. Alice had been there several times. How could she forget that she had such a good memory?

'I'm being paranoid.'

Instead of going to Alice, Jordan took her to KFC and looked at the people coming in and out of the door. Ivelle suspected that Jordan was going the wrong way.

He pulled his sleeve and said in an uncertain voice. "Are you going the wrong way?"

"No!"

She was dumbfounded and a little confused. "Blossom didn't come with us, are we going to buy her something?"

He arched his eyebrows and pulled her in. "I'll buy it for you."

She whispered and pouted her lips. "I'm not a kid."

He looked back at her with a smile in his eyes and adoration. "Is there any difference between you and a child?"