###Chapter 572 Witnessing That Love Is Mostly Happiness

This problem was the same as Grace's.

Ivelle smiled and answered him truthfully. "Sort of. Mr. Preston, you didn't send me down specifically to say that?"

He smiled. "Of course not. In the case of Cape Oaks Village, did Jordan ever tell you how to handle it?"

She was stupefied for a moment. Ivelle had been working on the project for so long that it was impossible not to understand what he meant.

The project of Cape Oaks Village was snatched by Biden from many excellent competitors. To be exact, it should never go wrong. Unfortunately, since the beginning of the project, there have been several accidents in a row. What's exhilarating to know is that the project has not yet started. At this time, Astley has every reason to find a new partner to reduce losses.

What William inquired from Ivelle was Jordan's current problem.

After a moment of silence, she answered him. "Boss Preston, I will find a way to get information from Jordan." With great resolve in her voice, Ivelle promised affirmatively.

He nodded. "Thank you for your hard work."

She nodded and politely said goodbye, took a taxi, and went straight back to the villa.

Ivelle spent a long time in the hospital and chatting with Grace. By the time she got back to the villa, it was already dark.

She thought that Jordan already came back, but when she returned to the villa, she saw that the house was dark and the lights were not on. From that, she assumed that he had not come back yet.

It was probably because Jordan had something to do. She went back to the bedroom, unpacked all her things, and went into the shower to take a bath.

Probably because the environment was too quiet, she can't help thinking of the recent Cape Oaks Village project. As she fell into her deep thoughts, she always felt that things are too strange regarding that matter. But then, she can't particularly think of any specific problems.

The more that time passed by, the more difficult it was for them to solve the problem.

After taking a bath, she sat in front of the dresser and wiped her skincare products. Ivelle thought too much about it that she failed to notice a figure behind her. Jordan walked lightly into the master bedroom, but she remained oblivious.

It wasn't until he picked her up that she suddenly came to her senses and exclaimed in shock. "What are you doing? When did you get back, Jordan? How come there is no sound when you walk?"

"I've been in here for a while. You didn't even see me in the mirror. Can you blame me?" Jordan sat down, put Ivelle on his lap, raised his hand, and stroked the hair astray behind her ear. "What are you thinking that made you in a daze? What are you so obsessed, wife?"

Ivelle leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed slightly. "There has been a series of accidents in Cape Oaks Village. I am in charge of this project. Do you think I'm not fitting to spearhead it?"

He smiled. "They are all uncontrollable events, and it is useless to be anxious. Besides, your husband's money has been squandered by you now. It doesn't matter if you don't make money. It doesn't matter if you lose money."

She raised her hand and touched the dregs of his chin. "It's easy for you to say. My loss is tens of millions. How many times can I squander your money?" She jokingly asked as she stared at him with playfulness in her eyes.

He smiled. "No matter how many times!"

"Jordan, it's time for you to shave!" His stubbles are long enough to be tied in her hands.

He looked affectionately at her, pinched his palm on Ivelle's waist, and softly asked. "Can you help me?"

She nodded, got up, and pulled him into the bathroom. Then, Ivelle found the razor who was stacked neatly at one of the drawers and began to make a conversation. "William would like to ask you about your involvement in the Cape Oaks village project."

He reached into his arms and leaned Ivelle against the sink and said. "He's thoughtful enough to put my wife in Preston's and let you inquire about everything."

With bubbles and foam in her hands, Ivelle wiped it around his chin. He was too tall, she was tired of keeping tiptoed that she eventually let him sit on the chair. Ivelle also rode on his lap and bowed her head and shaved his beard seriously. They are intimately locked in each other, but it didn't cause them to have sexual tension. Instead, it warmed Jordan's heart.

"It's not as exaggerated as you said. No one thought the Biden would take over Astley's project. Besides, even asking about your information is not prying."

He just hummed in response while Ivelle continued shaving his beard. It was not convenient for him to speak but looked at her gently. She could see that he was in a good mood today.

Ivelle did it to him for the first time, so it was a bit of a mess. Luckily, she didn't cut his face. After she finished it, Ivelle wiped it off with a hot towel.

The residue of the beard was shaved off and he looked much cleaner and younger. She took a closer look at his chin for a while, nodded with satisfaction, gave a thumbs-up, and wiggled her eyebrows in content. "Done! It looks very comfortable and you look much better!"

He hooked his lips, put his hand on her waist, and said in a low, magnetic voice. "Can I assume that you are seducing and deluding me now?"

Her lips were opened, and she was stupefied as her face couldn't help blushing. She was wearing a skimpy nightdress directly after taking a bath just now, not to mention he was under her body.

Ivelle only paid attention to shaving his beard, but naturally didn't realize how inviting and ignorant it was to sit on his lap. She couldn't help but look roll her eyes when she was pressed by his hand.

"Don't think too much. I'm just shaving you!" She immediately tried to get up but was held down by him.

"Well, I just want to hold you!" The man is unreserved in his speech.

She put the razor on the drawer after cleaning it. Ivelle put her hands on his shoulder and looked at him intently. "Jordan, shouldn't you wash up and get ready for rest? I haven't slept well in the past two days. I'm a little tired!"

He smiled, put his hand on her neck, and kissed her. But then, it wasn't just a kiss. His cold lips lightly pecked on her mouth which made her itch.

Ivelle couldn't help pursing her lips and reprimand him like a parent to a child. "Jordan!"

He smiled, held the original movement, pressed his forehead against her forehead, and rubbed his hand on her ear. "Astley's project in Cape Oaks Village is going to withdraw and reduce losses as soon as possible, and then other companies will take over. Ivelle, you and I will go back to the capital, okay?"

She crouched in his arms, narrowed her eyes, while she some enjoyed his movements. "But I still want to do this well. I don't want to go back to Spain to be a rich lady waiting for you at home every day."

He sighed slightly and said. "I didn't ask you to be a canary in a cage. When we go back to the capital, you can still do what you want to do. Didn't you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination before? You can continue to take the exam. If you don't want to take the exam, just get into the Astley company and do your previous job, alright?"

She pursed her lips and thought for a while. "If I don't finish the project in Kelan Creek, I will give up halfway."

He was a little helpless. "I wonder if you are the little traitor sent by William to confuse me."

She arched her eyebrow and took the opportunity to get down from him. She suddenly had difficulty in breathing. "You hurry up and take a bath. Let's go to bed early tonight, shall we?"

Then, Ivelle out of the bathroom. As for the Cape Oaks Village's project, there are too many doubts in her heart. It seemed that someone deliberately made trouble, so she didn't want to go back to the Capital like what Jordan proposed.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, and Ivelle continued to sit at the dresser and wipe her face meticulously with the products that could brighten her skin and make her younger.

Jordan came out of the bathroom with just a bath towel wrapped in his lower body. The moment that he saw that Ivelle was still sitting in front of the dresser, he frowned slightly. "Is it useful to put on so many products with these bottles and cans?"

She shrugged her shoulders, looked at the several skincare products on the dresser, and said, "Is that so? I'm getting old. If I didn't use these, I would have become an old lady right away. Do you think you'll want a withered old lady as your wife?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the skincare products on the vanity dresser. Jordan arched his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth, and walked towards her with a bit of an evil smile.

She smelled something unusual and looked at him aghast. "What do you want to do with that, Jordan?"