###Chapter 575 Witnessing That Love Is Mostly Happiness - Part 4

Years of marriage, with events that turned their life upside down, there was always romance and warmth that Jordan has given her.

Ivelle smiled and said. "I've been wearing this ring for ten years, and I've got it always in my hand. In fact, if I don't want it, I have thousands of ways to throw it away, but I can't give it up. It is because Jordan and I have it together. He loves me very much and treats me very well. Even in my next life, if I can, I still want to marry him."

Maybe it was her words that hit Aaron so hard that he stepped backward. In his eyes, the look of torment was evident as his shoulders slouched as if he had lost all his strength.

The voice of Aaron resonated in a low voice, "Good, very good! I am pleased to know that he is good to you. As long as you are happy, I'll force myself to be happy."

As he said that, he took a few steps back, and turned to see Jordan in the car. He froze for a moment, and then went straight back to his car.

Looking at me, he said with great hope. "Ivelle, I hope you can always be happy!"

In this remark, she couldn't figure out whether it was a flat response or had a deeper meaning, but Ivelle didn't care.

Aaron started the car and drove away.

Watching him go far, she can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As a matter of truth, she was more afraid than he is. If he was still in hot pursuit. If he refused to stop and pester her, then Ivelle would be even more irritated.

William saw that Jordan had come. He got in the car, started the engine, and left with Linda and Grace.

Jordan went out of the car and walked towards her. The man was as ephemeral as jade. He strode towards Ivelle with the dim lights that highlighted his aristocratic facial features, which was particularly fascinating.

His muscular body stood in front of her, and with his usual warm smile on his lips, he stretched out his long arm and pulled Ivelle into his arms.

"Ivelle, I am very happy!" Embarrassed, Ivelle was afraid he listened to what she said just now.

She smiled, raised her hand, and poked him in the chest. "Jordan, it is immoral to eavesdrop on what others are saying."

He looked at her and smiled calmly. "Is it considered as eavesdropping? You saw me when I came."

She curled her lips and retorted like a kid. "There's no difference!" It was a cold night in September, and he put his coat over her shoulder. Gently, Jordan pulled her into the car.

She followed him and looked at his back. Ivelle couldn't help being in a good mood.

He seemed to be in a good mood, too. "When you go out, you have to report it to me. You can't come out alone!"

When she got in the car, she pouted her lips and said. "I want to have my own private space, too!"

He smiled. "I just want you to tell me that there are no restrictions on your freedom of movement."

"It's all the same!" She opened her mouth and tilted her head to close her eyes for a rest.

Helplessly, he put his clothes over Ivelle and hugged her in his arms, regardless of Felix who was driving and glancing at them from time to time.

She pushed him away, pretended to be angry, and said. "Don't touch me!"

When he saw her like this, Jordan was slightly stupefied and worriedly asked. "What's the matter?"

She snorted. "What's the matter? I don't have my own private time all day, do I?"

Ivelle was a little helpless when Jordan replied in a good temper. "I don't want to restrict you. I won't ask you not to go there. I just want you to be safe!"

"But your tone says otherwise! It was as if you want me to report 24 hours a day!"

He probably felt helpless when he scratched his forehead. "Okay, I'll be gentle next time."

Ivelle looked at him and said. "There will be another time?"

He smiled with a trace of mischievousness in his eyes. "Well, there won't be another time. It won't happen again. Mrs. Astley, you can do whatever she wants, as long as she doesn't leave me. Is that all right?"

She looked up at him and said. "This is your fault. What do you mean? Is that all right? You make it sound like I forced you. What's with your tone?"

Jordan answered all her queries patiently. "What tone do you want me to use?"

As Felix was driving, Ivelle couldn't help feeling a little happy and said. "Will you do what I want, Boss Astley?"

Jordan raised his eyebrow, played with her hand, and refused adamantly. "No!"

She was speechless. "So you were just coaxing me like a kid?"

He smiled as warmth glowed in his eyes. He beamed happily that the corners of his mouth were particularly stretched out. "As long as the child is happy, I don't mind coaxing!"

Incredulously, she stared at him. "You are the child who wanted to be coaxed."

When Ivelle got back to the villa, it was already a little late. She went straight into the bathroom to take a bath. Jordan sat in the vanity chair and read the books he had not finished reading yet.

When she came out of the bathroom half an hour later, Ivelle saw that her husband was reading carefully. She couldn't help but wipe her hair and went to him. She sat down next to Jordan and looked at the book in his hand. "I don't know how many times you've read this book."

He raised his eyes, smelled the faint scent of wine on her, frowned slightly, and said. "Don't drink so much again."

She leaned against him and retorted. "I didn't drink much. Linda and Grace drank a lot. I just had a few drinks while we eat. I wasn't drunk, and I was sober in my head!"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her harshly. "Don't drink too much unless you're with me."

She curled her lips and murmured teasingly. "You're overbearing, Mr. Astley!"

He hooked his lips, put down the book in his hand, took the towel in her hand, and wiped her wet hair. "Now that you have admitted that you are Mrs. Astley, I naturally want to take care of you in the details of life."

The way he wiped her hair was so comfortable that she didn't argue with him and enjoy his service. With her eyes closed, she felt the relaxing way Jordan always did to her.

Thinking about the company, she couldn't help saying. "Are you still going to withdraw the project in Cape Oaks Village?"

These days, although he did not say anything to her, but William just spent his time always in the office so there is no way for her to assume that things are going well to Jordan.

"There's no hurry!" He spoke in a shallow voice.

A little worried, she can't help but ask. "How much longer will it take?"

He raised his eyebrow. "You have to ask William about this!"

It seemed to be the same. In order to start Cape Oaks Village, he must look for relationships everywhere.

He did mention going back to the Capital. Jordan took her on the shoulder and solemnly asked. "Have you decided when to go back to the Capital with me?"

She pursed her lips, half-closed her eyes, and said lazily. "Didn't I say once everything was settled? We have to finish the project in Cape Oaks Village. How can we give up halfway?"

"I understand that you are so persistent in order to keep me from withdrawing from the project. Is that it?"

She smiled in his arms and said. "Master Astley, you can also understand it that way. After all, Cape Oaks Village is my project, and I extremely don't want to give up halfway."

He looked down at her, and Ivelle blinked a few times. She clearly saw his sexy Adam's apple slide slightly.

He reached out and pinched her cheek, bowed his head, and kissed her down.

It seems that he always likes to kiss her from time to time and she's getting used to it these days. She unconsciously put her hand around his neck and instinctively responded to his kiss.

She probably learned it from him. Ivelle held his neck in one hand and pinched his earlobe in the other because she found that he seemed to be very sensitive in that area and he instantly became red even without rubbing it a few times.

She couldn't help but let go and looked at him. With her intense gaze locked on him, Ivelle smiled seductively.

"Jordan, your ears are so sensitive."