###Chapter 563 Love From Details - Part 11

In the car, Jordan cuddled me into his arms, covered my eyes, and said in a low voice, "Close your eyes and have a good rest for now."

"I'm not sleepy!" I raised my hand, took his hand away from my eyes. I looked at him puzzlingly and frowned, "What are you doing, Jordan?"

He reached out and covered the front bezel directly. He looked at me and said, "So, it's not enough to look at me."

I was stupefied and couldn't smile bitterly for a moment. So, he was jealous of the way I was distracted when I saw Felix just now.

I could not help but laugh. I looked at him and said quietly, "Jordan, what's on your mind? I'm just curious. "

He raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you curious about?"

I smiled and said, "I'm just curious. Why does Felix come in such a timely manner every time? I wonder if he has such good ears or had a sixth sense. It's just because every time you need him, he shows up in time!"

"Ma'am, I don't have a sixth sense or ears. It was Boss Astley who sent me a message. That's why I came here."

Felix opened his mouth with proper straight words.

Jordan looked at me, raised his eyebrow, put his hand on my chin, and said, "Next time if you have any doubts, ask me directly. You don't have to stare at others."

I was speechless and couldn't help saying, "Jordan, were you jealous?"

He raised the corners of his mouth, grabbed my face, and then kissed me roughly.

I stared at him since there was someone in front of us. Felix was still driving. How could he be so ignorant and taboo?

For a moment, I raised my hand and tried to push him away, but I was caught by him and pressed directly on his hand so that I could not move.

The base was not that far. Felix wisely parked the car at the gate of the base, and then got off by himself.

I once wondered if Jordan was addicted to kissing.

If we hadn't been at the gate of the base at this time, I was afraid he would have eaten me up in the car.

He slowly released me and seemed extremely satisfied. He put his finger on my lips and said, "The gumbo was useful!"

This inexplicable sentence made me unresponsive for a long time. Why did he suddenly mention gumbo?

I finally remembered just now that he ate gumbo at the restaurant and told him that the gumbo tonified the kidney. I suddenly blushed, pushed him away, and got out of the car.

Linda was standing at the gate of the base. She saw that I looked a little different, so she looked at me, but hesitated.

I raised my hand and pretended to greet her as usual and smiled, "Were you waiting for me here?"

She nodded, laughed, and saw that I was going in. She couldn't help stopping me, hesitated for a moment, and then made up her mind to look at me and say, "I suggest you deal with your personal image first!"

As soon as I was confused, my face suddenly turned red. I looked at her and asked awkwardly, "What's the matter?"

She coughed and said as calmly as possible, "In fact, a man like Jordan can tell that he is good just by looking at his figure, but you don't have to make everything too obvious. After all, you are adults who smash behind the closed doors."

I could not help taking out the mirror from my bag and check myself out in the mirror. My lips were red and swollen, my hair was a little messy, and the kiss marks on my neck were clearly obvious.

Without thinking much about it, I rushed to the bathroom of the base to deal with my appearance.

Linda followed me with a smile on her face. "You don't have to be shy, it's natural between men and women. You don't have to be embarrassed about it."

I was speechless. "Don't be embarrassed? You just looked at me so strangely."

She laughed, "I just want to remind you before you go in. There are many people in the base, all old men, and just by a glance, they would know what was going with you. That would be even more embarrassing!"

I wiped the hickey on my body with pressed powder. I couldn't cover it. I ran out. "Linda, please help me figure out a way, this pressed powder can't cover it."

She looked for it from her bag, handed me a bottle of foundation, and said, "Try this. I usually stay up late. I basically use this as a concealer. It works well. Try it!"

I got some and saw that it was effective! I looked at my lips which were still red and swollen and said, "What about my lips? This won't be able to cover it!"

She opened her mouth and suggested, "Wear a mask!"

This was an excellent way. "But we're at the base now, where can I find a mask?"

She laughed at me, took the mask out of her bag, looked at me, and said, "No, I'll lend you one day."

"Thank you!" She was such a lifesaver!

When we came out of the bathroom, coincidentally we bumped into Director Kent. She was dressed in all black, her makeup was a little darker which she looked cool in.

But when you look at me, I looked plain and could be disliked. She looked at me disgustingly and her eyes became colder and colder.

As she passed by, she said cynically, "It is rare to say that you don't want it, but secretly send it to the door, which reflects the shamelessness to the extreme."

That was ironic.

Linda, of course, knew that she was talking about me. She frowned slightly and looked at her and said, "Even if you throw yourself into his arms, some people will take off and give them away, but I'm afraid Boss Astley won't take a look at it."

"Who are you talking about?" This remark probably poked the sore spot of Director Kent, and she stopped pretending.

Glaring at Linda, her voice was particularly shrill. "Who was Miss Linda talking about? Does this mean that you can stand up to others? "

Linda has never been soft-tempered. She never moves her mouth if she can do it. She raises her hand and pushes her toward Director Kent. "Who were you calling a dog?"

Director Kent returned it with her backhand and roared angrily, "Whoever fucking answers are the dog!"

So, at the bathroom door, the two women grabbed each other's hair and began to swear at each other.

I didn't react at all, and when the screams and shouts of the two people getting louder, I realized that I couldn't squeeze in at all.

Seeing Linda being pressed on the ground by Director Kent, pulling her hair and scolding her, I caught Director Kent's long hair and pulled it over without thinking about it, and then grabbed her randomly with my hands.

She was not weak. So, I used both my hands and feet to get her off of Linda as she was beating, kicking, scolding her.

The dirty words coming out of her mouth was directly insulting my family or myself. She was shouting such foul words you could not even imagine!

I don't know how to swear, so I just shouted, "Director Kent, you bitch!"

From what I remember, Grace has analyzed Director Kent's daily bitchy behavior.

So, no matter what Director Kent said about my ancestors for 18 generations, I just said, "Director Kent, you bitch!"

It was too much in the end that Linda could not hold it back any longer and said, "Ivelle, you idiot!"

I don't know how I stopped laughing, but that was all that I could say.