###Chapter 509 Try To Fall In Love In Another Way - Part 7

Grace exploded a little bit out of surprise. "Oh, my God, how can Rafaela do this? Anyone can hook up with anyone. You said she has a fat waist and round legs. How did she get to know this kind of handsome guy?"

Jordan and Rafaela did not pay attention to us, so we were naturally invisible. After all, they still could not see us.

Seeing the two people take a window seat and sit down, Grace's gossiping impulse arrived.

She called the waiter and said, "Hey, we want to change seats. Can we?"

Of course, it worked

Grace pointed to the position next to Jordan and Rafaela and signaled us to transfer over there.

After the waiter agreed, I looked at Grace and said, "If you want to hear their whispers, it may be easy for him to find out about us. You and I both know Rafaela. Now, if we change our seats, we will inevitably be seen by him. Besides, the handsome guy you're talking about, I know him. He's Jordan Astley, the president of the Astley Group who we are going to bid tonight."

She was surprised and paused, "President Jordan Astley?"

A little surprised, she looked at him, and suddenly seemed to remember something. She looked at me and said, "When you were in Venezuela, you said you had a strong relationship with the Astley family. What was your relationship with him?"

After thinking about it, I finally said, "We're husband and wife!"

She opened her mouth wide for a moment and was so surprised that her chin looked like it was about to fall off. She didn't understand. "If you are already a wife of the president, why would you go to the Preston Group to be a secretary? Now, I can see why William gave you this project. He obviously wants you to use your relationship. What are you so worried about?"

After looking at Jordan and Rafaela, she slurped her coffee, looked at me, and said, "So, last night your so-called friend was him? And you and Rafaela both met Jordan already? But why did Rafaela and Jordan meet alone now?"

I shook my head because I did not know either. I briefly talked about my relationship with Jordan and said, "Grace, I don't intend to hide it from you. I just don't know what to say. Jordan and I have a lot of history, so there are a lot of barriers between us. I came to A City because I wanted to live my own life."

She frowned. "Husband and wife quarrel? Or did he raise a few mistresses outside, so you couldn't stand it and just left?"

I smiled. "Why are there so many strange things going on in your head?"

"I'm thinking normally," she said with a smirk. "Well, isn't that what happens to rich people? And he is so handsome and rich that a lot of people would naturally want to attack him."

I nodded and did not deny what she said, but said, "But he's not that bad. It's just that we have our own reasons, and it has nothing to do with other people. I can't have children for some reason. I want him to at least have children of his own in this life. So I chose to leave him and let him have a normal life."

"Fuck you!" She couldn't understand. "What kind of logic is that? Can't you give birth using other methods? There are a lot of couples who can't have a baby now. What's the damn reason for you? Besides, how can you not want such a good husband? Do you think it's easy to find men like him?"

I didn't know how to tell her for a moment. I simply pointed in Jordan's direction. I decided that if she wanted to listen to gossip, she could just get up and listen to the two of them.

She exclaimed, "Don't change the subject. Besides, as you just said, Rafaela knows you and me. You think she can't see me standing up?"

I kindly reminded her, "She is sitting with her back to us. I may be seen by Jordan when I stand up, but Jordan does not know you, so you can walk over there boldly."

She pursed her lips and paused. "You mean I'm the only one to watch the hustle and bustle?"

I shrugged my shoulders. It's just not convenient for me!

She leaned back in her seat and said with some boredom, "It's so boring to eavesdrop and gossip alone that I might as well not go at all."

Seeing this, I thought she had given up. Unexpectedly, she looked at me and said a little solemnly, "How is Jordan's temper?"

I was weirded out, a little confused, "Why did you ask this all of a sudden?"

"Don't worry about it. Just tell me, what's his temper?"

"He's cold but gentlemanly!"

She suddenly stood up, smiled brightly, and went straight over to them.

I was a little confused. I didn't know what she was going to do. I just saw her find one waitress and said something to her.

Then the girl, who was full of admiration and affection for Jordan, became a little angry, even a little disgusted.

When she finished, the waiter walked away. Grace walked in my direction, smiling very clearly.

About two minutes later, when the waitress walked up to Jordan with a glass of juice, her hand slipped and spilled the juice directly into Jordan's suit.

I was so busy for a moment that when Jordan went into the bathroom to deal with it, Grace waved to me and asked me to sit over.

I sat next to her and looked at her and wondered, "Did you ask the waiter to do that? What did you say to her?"

She smiled a little cunningly, "I said Jordan is your husband and is married to you. However, she is still looking for some other girl. Also, he is not looking for a beautiful woman, but a rich one."

So, President Jordan inexplicably became a handsome and sexy man who just wanted money from women?

No wonder the girl looked at Jordan in a disgusted manner

"How could she believe that?" I was a little surprised that Jordan's temperament and Rafaela were not in the same rank at all.

She shrugged. "At first glance, this little girl has just come out of society and does not have much experience. Although Rafaela's bag is an old model of Louis Vuitton and has been out of date for several years, it costs at least tens of thousands of dollars. Those kinds of bags are also expensive for a girl who had just come out of society. And Jordan is full of customization, which can only be seen by people who know a lot about luxury goods."

I had nothing to say. Before long, there was a voice behind me. It was Rafaela's voice. "Boss Astley, are you all right?"

"It's nothing!" Jordan spoke in a cold and indifferent voice.

"Fuck!" Grace suddenly used foul language. I was surprised. I lowered my voice and looked at her and asked, "What's the matter?"

"There's something wrong with my stomach. I'll go to the bathroom first." With that, she trotted away, and I was left alone.

Just after Grace left for the bathroom, Rafaela's voice came from behind once again, "Boss Astley, is Ivelle really your wife?"

"Huh?" There was a cold and impatient tone in the man's voice.

"In fact, when I met at zero yesterday, I really couldn't believe it!" Rafaela said, "If you tell any of our girls about this, they won't believe it. Even I won't believe it, seriously!"

"You?"