###Chapter 559 Love From The Details Part 7

Ivelle Astley froze. She didn't know what to say. She hesitated for a moment and looked at him and said, "Jordan Astley's wife."

His face was much better."There is a change of clothes in the wardrobe. Take a bath and go to bed early. It's getting late!"

She frowned and saw that he had gone to the bathroom.

They are all adults. She was not unaware of what her answer means.

In the conference room, when Felix Steward told the compensation, he saw Linda's face. She had children to raise at home. Even though she had done well in Preston's these years, tens of millions of dollars were not a small sum. Even if she hollowed out the bottom of the house, she might not be able to get it together.

Apart from the house in Hempstead and the old house in Primrose, she can't come up with any assets.

Therefore, she can only come to Jordan. The fact that the police have not made a final decision means that there is still a better turn. Moreover, she always feels that this matter is not that simple.

She stayed for a while, then finally got up and went to the wardrobe. As Jordan said, there was indeed a change of pajamas in the cupboard.

Is that how he knows her? Does he know she compromises in the end?

The bathroom door opened and he came out with a bath towel, with water dripping on his bronzed chest, looking incredibly stimulating in the dim yellow light.

She staggered and bowed her head. "I'm going to take a shower!"

He wiped his hair and spoke lukewarmly." Okay."

This kind of feeling was extraordinary. As long as she opens her mouth, Jordan will undoubtedly let her go.

But it's not as beautiful as she thought.

When he went out from the bathroom, he had blown his hair dry and leaned against the bed, with a white silk quilt on his belly, revealing his whole hardbound chest.

When he heard the noise, he looked up, and his eyes fell on her. He didn't feel too much. He just sat up straight and patted the position beside her."Come here!"

She pursed her lips, went to the bedside, and sat down, still struggling. When the five tastes were mixed, he took the bath towel from her hand.

Gently wiping his hair, "Ivelle, there is a long way to go. Everything can be done slowly!"

All of a sudden, she couldn't tell what it was like for a moment.

Only his lips were silent, and he didn't talk much, quietly wiping my hair.

It's not awkward, neither of them talks to each other, and they all seem to be silent.

Drying his hair, he threw the towel aside and said, "Go to sleep!"

Somehow, her body suddenly became stiff.

She looked back and saw that he had laid down. His eyebrows eye-catching, handsome as before, and hesitated for a moment.

She climbed into bed, half knelt on the bed, took the initiative to lie on his body. She takes the initiative for the first time, although clumsy, but good

Kissing his lips gently, he seemed startled. A pair of black eyes suddenly opened and looked at her in surprise.

It is ridiculous to say that she has been married for many years, but she was like a 17-or 18-year-old girl who does not know how to provoke.

"Ivelle!" He spoke in a hoarse, low voice.

"Hmm!" She opened her mouth and followed her shallow kiss on the chin. He had probably just shaved and stung a little.

But fortunately, she can accept it.

"What are you doing?" He suppressed, his voice hoarse with a bit of trembling, I know that he is not provoked, even if her movements are strange and ridiculous.

She didn't open her mouth and went on kissing.

His low voice of restraint came.

His handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and there was no sign of anger in his deep eyes.

"Do you not like it?" She opened her mouth with some inquiries in her words.

She gathered his eyebrows and answered the question, "After tonight, what are we?"

She froze, and for a moment, she could not help but let go of the heat in her hand.

The action was so evident that he suddenly sneered and pushed her away. He pulled me over the quilt.

In a low voice, he said, "If it's for what happened today, you don't have to sit here."

She knows. He's angry.

Lying beside him for a while, she was at a loss. Looking at his back, she could not help saying, "Jordan, what am I going to do?"

He spoke with a cold chill in his voice. "Ivelle, you know exactly what I want, but you've been pretending to be stupid. You don't have to please me for what happened today. You know I don't have a bottom line for you. You can just ask for what you want."

She froze, unable to tell what it was like.

He moved his body, leaned his head against her back, and held her in his arms.

Aware of her movements, his coldness dissipated a little, but he still turned his back to her.

After a moment of silence, I said, "I don't want to please you because of what happened today."

He was still silent, and I sighed slightly. "Don't sleep with your back to me like that, you know, I can't sleep like that."

He was slightly stiff, and his voice was low and hoarse. "What do you want from me?"

There seems to be no anger in this remark.

She opened my mouth, a little evil, "You hold me to sleep."

He was stupefied, then turned over and came face to face with her. I have to say that this man is handsome, and just looking at his face, he thinks life is worth it.

His eyes looked at each other, and there seemed to be no anger in his eyes. In this way, she was a little bold and buried her head in his chest.