###Chapter 638 Who Has Never Been Spared By Disaster - Part 8

Andrew Biden was probably stunned for a moment, and then gently said, "Ivelle, have you eaten yet? Will you be back tonight?"

I smiled and said, "We just finished it. We're going to stay with Jordan tonight. Have you eaten yet?" Is Blossom any better today?"

He said, "It's all right. The high fever has gone down. It shouldn't be a big problem. Your mother and aunt are cooking in the kitchen. We ate right away. How's Jordan?"

I nodded and chatted with him for a while, then end our conversation.

As soon as I hung up the phone, I was about to have dinner when William Preston called. I got on the phone and said, "Hello, Boss Preston!" It's probably a habit of address at work, so I just let nature took its course.

The other end of the phone sighed, "It's not working time. Just call me by my first name. Listen to Grace Cross say you're in the capital. Do you have time tomorrow? Can we have dinner together?"

Thinking of what I had promised him in Europe until now, without thinking about it, I agreed and said, "Well, then send me the time and place. I happen to have time tomorrow."

He answered without saying more.

As he hung up the phone, Jordan looked at me with his dark eyes, and asked, "William Preston?"

I nodded. "When I was in Europe, I promised him that I would give him the sandalwood box my grandmother left me when we got home safely. He might be curious about that box."

He frowned and was silent for a moment. "Have you ever wondered why your grandmother had that box?"

I nodded. "Yes, but I don't understand."

He looked at me, his eyes looked a little deep, "You and William met many times and somewhat deliberate, Ivelle, everything is always right to keep a heart."

I was a little confused, but I thought what he said was right, so I nodded and said a few words.

It's a good thing he didn't say any more.

......

Everest Street.

Luxury Cuisine Restaurant.

According to the address William gave me, I came to the restaurant and followed the waiter to find his location. The capital was not as good as of late autumn. Today, he wore a casual Spanish dress, his hair can be taken care of, and his camel coat is placed to one side. At first glance, he looked like a bit of a Spanish beautiful man, but he looked particularly handsome.

After watching the heating in the restaurant, I took off my coat, put it aside, looked at him, and said, "Have you been back in the capital for several days?"

He nodded, looked at me, smiled, and said, "I was going to ask you out a few days ago, but Astley Group seems to have a lot of things to do recently, thinking that you may not have time, so I did not pursue it."

I smiled, Astley Group's matter had been more or less in the capital, it was estimated that many people in this circle were known by him. He knew it and it was not surprising for him.

He hired waiters, asked them to serve food, and talked to me about trivial things. When the dishes were ready, he looked at me and said, "At present, there seems to be no way for the project in Cape Oaks to be completed for a while. Are you going to stay in the capital next? Or are you going to go back to A City?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'm not ready yet. I'll take a look at it when I get back. I thought of Grace, and I couldn't help looking at him and saying, "I thought you'd come back this time, and you'd be waiting for him with Grace!"

He smiled and stopped talking about it. He just looked at me and said, "You haven't brought that box yet, have you?"

"Of course I did, but I had some doubts and wanted to ask you." I've been thinking about some doubts for a long time, but I really can't figure it out.

He nodded. "Go ahead and ask!"

"In Hempstead, the box you auctioned belonged to your grandfather?"

He nodded.

I paused and said, "Did he always have it, or did someone give it to him later? Can you ask Grandpa Preston for me if he knows a woman named Cynthia Weld?"

His original smiling face sank suddenly, with a bit of unspeakable coldness. I couldn't help feeling that the temperature around me was a little low, and I couldn't help rubbing my face and arms too thin.

He looked at me and asked carefully, "What's the matter?"

For a moment, he reined in his face, looked at me, and said, "Your grandmother's name is Cynthia Weld?"

I nodded, remembering that he had stayed in front of his grandmother's tombstone when he was in Hempstead cemetery. "William, I always feel that you are close to me as if you were suspected of doing it on purpose."

I thought he would prevaricate more or less, but I didn't think he just looked at me, nodded, and said, "Well, the first time we met was not in the graveyard, but in the capital, but I noticed you at that time, but you didn't notice me."

I was stupefied. I didn't plan to talk to him about the past. I turned my attention to my grandmother. I looked at him and said, "So, you know my grandmother, so does Grandpa Preston, right?"

He nodded and smiled indifferently. "Not only do I know him, but he is also very familiar with me."

I frowned slightly and waited for his next words, but he didn't seem to want to continue, but he just said, "Give me the box."

I gave him the sandalwood box I brought. I wanted to ask him something about my grandmother, but he didn't seem to have the desire to say it, so I didn't say any more.

I was just confused. I didn't seem to know him as well as I thought. Most of the time, I always felt that he was very close to all of us, and he was very close to many of us. He was obviously a son of everyone, but he didn't have the fault of a rich son. He joined and helped in many things as if he were a member of our lives.

But very often, I think he seemed to be too far away from us, and there were too many things about him that we can't understand.

He looked down at the box in his hand and checked it. He probably thought there was nothing wrong with it. He raised his eyebrow and looked at me and said, "I don't know much about your grandmother. I want this box out of pure curiosity. Does Jordan know you gave it to me?"

I shook my head and said, "He knows!"

He frowned slightly and said with an air of incomprehension, "He didn't say anything?"

I shook my head, looked at him, and said, "What's the matter? Is there anything wrong?"

He shrugged his shoulders and said nothing more.