###Chapter 456 Those Who Have To Wait At The End Of Years – Part 10

###Chapter 456 Those Who Have To Wait At The End Of Years – Part 10

Ivelle didn't think that she can answer that, so she just kept silent and looked up at him. "Do you want to take it away, or do you want to dine in and eat here?"

He looked around at the lively space. Jordan obviously did not like the ambiance, but still opened his mouth. "I'll just find a place and vacant table."

After all, Ivelle just listened to him. She sat down by the window and ate a few hamburgers. Ivelle pressed her chin in her hands and watched the crowded shopping mall outside the window. She couldn't help but make a sound.

He looked at her and inquired curiously. "What are you thinking?"

She looked back at him and asked. "Why did you suddenly bring me here for a hamburger?"

He raised his eyebrows and said. "Because you like it!"

'Uh-huh! That's right.' Ivelle agreed with her thoughts.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

Today is not the weekend. Most of the people who come to the mall are young couples who go shopping during the rest time.

There is a Hattorm shop downstairs and the young people come and go in and out that made a very lively scene. "In the past, Maisie always said that whenever she talks about her boyfriend, she must take him to the little CK and ask him to buy her some more bags, and then go to Hattorm to try on more clothes."

Jordan glanced at the storefront downstairs and raised his eyebrows lightly. "Is it very expensive?"

Ivelle shook her head. "However, it would still cost a few hundred dollars. With some discount, dozens of dollars can be less."

He was a little confused. "What is that? Haven't tried that before."

She looked at him and felt that he didn't quite understand the life of ordinary people.

Ivelle opened her mouth and said. "At that time, our monthly living wage was only 800, and there was not much left except for meals. Girls like to be beautiful and always want to buy some beautiful clothes and cosmetics. Sometimes, after saving for a few months, a set of cosmetics will be dropped."

He nodded, looked at the storefront downstairs, and said. "Do you still like it now?"

She looked at him and said seriously. "Would you still like the Altman card you liked to play with when you were five?"

He thought about it seriously and said. "I don't play with that."

"Okay. Maybe your childhood is different."

"Boss Astley, are you here, too?" A female voice with a little surprise sounded behind Ivelle.

She looked back and saw Linda together with a seven or eight-year-old child that she held in her arms. That child was very handsome.

Jordan looked at her and nodded slightly as a greeting.

The little boy looked around and his eyes fell on the untouched bucket of the whole family chicken bucket on their table.

Ivelle asked. "Would you like to join us?"

Linda was slightly stupefied, and her eyes turned to Jordan who seemed to be asking.

Jordan did not open his mouth, which was regarded as an acquiescence.

Linda sat down and told the little boy not to make trouble and went to the counter to order food.

Ivelle brought the whole family bucket to the child, and the little guy looked at it and gently said thank you which seemed to be a bit of a whisper.

When Linda came, she saw that he was already eating. She frowned slightly and said to the child. "Did you say thank you?"

The little guy looked at Ivelle and Jordan. He said 'thank you' to each of them and then ate quietly.

Jordan has always talked less, but with the addition of people at this time, he will talk even lesser.

There were still trifles to talk about, but Ivelle couldn't say anything at this time.

For a moment, seeing that she stopped eating and kept looking at her phone, Jordan asked suddenly. "Are you done?"

She nodded. "Hmm!" Ivelle hummed as a response.

"Let's go!" He got up and reached for me.

Linda suddenly said. "Boss Astley, there is a new update to AI's program. Can I take this time to talk to you?"

He spoke dismissively and was obvious that he was in no mood. "It's not office time."

The implication of his words was 'let's talk at work.'

However, Linda continued. "He is an intelligent butler, which is just suitable for such a restaurant. We can just talk about the environment and details here."

Jordan frowned with obvious displeasure.

"I happen to have something to buy. I'll run away and talk to you later."

Ivelle was not trying to avoid it, but just thought it's pointless to have her presence there.

Jordan looked at her and said in a low voice. "Don't you need me to accompany you?"

Ivelle always thought he was a little angry in this remark but nodded. "I can do it alone."

"What are you going to buy?" He asked in confusion.

"Whatever piques my interest."

With that, she went out.

When she came out of KFC, Ivelle walked around aimlessly and found that there was nothing to buy.

She was shopping alone. Her mood is easy to get excited and be depleted. At this time, she was a little depressed.

'Why did I come out by myself?' She scolded herself in her thoughts and regretted her reaction.

Knowing that Linda was interested in Jordan, she made room for them and felt like a fool.

After shopping for a while, she began to be at a loss. Ivelle looked at the reflection of herself in the window, She always felt that something was wrong.

It is not only an emotion but also an inner feeling.

Yes, it was an inferiority complex. The scar on her face was not deep. Even if you look at it carefully, it is difficult to see. But since it is a scar, it is impossible to have no trace at all.

Linda was very excellent. She was extremely admirable. Coupled with her other striking qualities, she is beautiful and elegant, intelligent, resolute, and brave. Such a woman like her, men would instantly like her!

'When did I begin to feel inferior when I was unworthy of myself, starting from the injury to my face? Or earlier?' Ivelle was in a deep trance as she questioned herself.

'It was probably earlier, but it was so obvious at that time.'

'Cut your hair!' Such an idea suddenly came into her mind that made her in a daze.

'Maybe I could cover the scar on my face with my hair.'

Ivelle went downstairs to find a salon. Since she was familiar with the structure of the mall, it was very easy for her to find the place she wanted to go to. On the first floor of the mall, a salon called Style is what she chose.

There are two young brothers at the door handing out leaflets. Ivelle picked it up and saw the pamphlets in it that the new promo was cut and keratin blowout for 19 dollars.

It's not that it's cheap, but it's just that the hairstyle advertised at the salon looks good, so she went in.

After washing her hair, she sat down.

The hairstylist asked. "How would you like it cut, miss?"

"I want my hair to be at that length." Ivelle raised her hand and pointed to the short-haired model on the wall. The thick bangs covered half of her face. She knew that if she copies her haircut, that would be good.

The barber glanced at her and gave Ivelle a piece of serious advice. "Miss, if you're just trying to cover the scars on your face, you can try to cut a bang. There's no need to cut your hair short. Your hair is beautiful."

She was stupefied and thought that the scar was more obvious than ever.

"Then please do so and cut it now."

He nodded and waved the scissors. With some exciting music, he cut it professionally and said. "Miss, you are a standard beautiful face. I suggest you try to change the trend and find that the more popular plasticity does not hurt your hair. It can be done without ironing and dyeing, and the shape is semi-permanent and can be maintained for half a year."

Ivelle smiled and said perfunctorily. "No, thank you!"

She hasn't changed her hairstyle for many years and she's used to looking at herself this way.

He didn't seem willing to agree with her, but luckily he didn't continue to sell.

After waiting for half an hour.

Ivelle looked at herself in the mirror. She suddenly felt a few years younger and can't help but be a little surprised. "How could it be like this?" Bewildered, she couldn't help but ask.

"This is what you called the Curtain bangs. This will definitely make anyone look young. Miss, your skin and facial features are very good, so if you cut it like this, you'll look younger."

She smiled and suddenly was in a better mood.

When Ivelle came out of the salon, she walked down the street and looked at her grinding reflection that occasionally flashed through the window. She couldn't help thinking that maybe it would be nice to change into younger clothes.

Simply, Ivelle went straight into the Hattorm store and found a few sets of clothes, bracelets, white shirts, and canvas shoes. All of which seemed to be representatives of youth.