###Chapter 78 Kyle Branson's Boyfriend

People who wanted to get married have happy smiles on their faces. Ivelle couldn't help but wonder what kind of man could make someone who didn't usually smile be full of joy even at ordinary times.

The window of the driver's seat was not closed. She couldn't help noticing that the man looked about 28 with clean eyebrows, good-looking face, and a bit of a scholarly vibe.

The horn sounded, interrupting her thoughts. She looked back and saw that Jordan Astley had already driven the car out.

When she got into the car and subconsciously looked downstairs at the company, the black Cadillac was gone.

"What are you looking at?" Jordan approached her and fastened her seat belt.

"A friend!" In reply, she looked back.

Without asking any more questions, he drove directly to the restaurant appointed by Dean Blakely.

Downtown.

At the door of a high-end British restaurant, Jordan stopped the car and dragged her directly to the box that Dean Blakely had booked in advance.

Dean and his wife had arrived early and waited along with the two new guests.

Seeing that Jordan and Ivelle arrived, everyone implicitly introduced each other. Apart from Dean and his wife, the other two were middle-aged women, who were an expert in obstetrics and gynecology. One of them was a young niece of Dean. The young girl was young and looked green and cute.

"Mrs. Blakely, I ordered you a salted steak from their house. It tastes very good. Try it later. The pasta in their house is very delicious." Mrs. Blakely, who was already socializing with Ivelle, chatted with her enthusiastically at this time.

Quietly leaning in her ear, "You don't know but you scared me to death. I thought you really beat the baby. I went to church on purpose a few days ago."

Ivelle was sorry and embarrassed, so she said, "It was really inconvenient at that time. I didn't mean to hide it from you. I'm really sorry."

She shook her head and smiled. "Don't mention those things anymore if you mean that you're sorry. What matters is now that the result is good."

Dean said a few words to Jordan, and then looked at Ivelle and said, "Mrs. Astley, Dr. Parsons is an expert in obstetrics and gynecology in our hospital. Mr. Astley especially asked me to find such an expert for you to be observed and taken care of by detail from pregnancy to childbirth anytime and anywhere."

Dr. Parsons looked at Ivelle and smiled. "Mrs. Astley, you can call me at any time if you have any questions in the future."

Ivelle smiled as she knew more or less about table manners. She took the wine glass and poured the juice. She toasted to the two of them, looked at Dean, and said, "Where there may be more trouble for Dean in the future, I, Ivelle, is here. Thank you in advance."

It was a bit subtle, but it also livened up the atmosphere.

When the topic came to the right place, the young girl around Dean had hinted him several times that the wine was good. Dean looked at Jordan and Ivelle, saying with a bit of embarrassment, "Today I was supposed to invite you two to have a common meal, but I also gave up and wanted to invite Boss Astley and Mrs. Astley to agree on something."

Speaking of this step, Ivelle felt embarrassed to say anything else, so she smiled, "Dean is so polite. We have worked together for many years, so how you not tell us about it? If you have anything you needed to have done, just say what we can do, and we will do it if we are capable."

Dean laughed, but he was a little more grateful, so for a moment he was embarrassed to go on.

On the other hand, Mrs. Blakely said, "It is like this. Our niece Lyla had always wanted to work for the Astley Group. She just graduated from college this year. The child is thin-skinned but intelligent. We more or less know that the Astley Group has been extremely strict with talents over the years, and so the child has begged us husband and wife for several days, thinking that we can get favor from Mr. and Mrs. Astley to see if we can arrange a position for her at Astley Group."

As soon as Ivelle was stupefied, she couldn't help but look at Jordan. Astley's recruitment had always been strict and had always carefully screened the personnel department very well.

For one thing, Astley Group was a listed company and their salary was much higher than that of other companies.

Second, Astley Group was an extreme training place, so people who could stay in it would have good options even if they changed jobs in the future. After all, Astley Group's training of employees was at many levels greater than that of other companies.

At the beginning, when Ivelle joined the Astley Group, she also passed the level of personnel, and then she went up step by step, of course, with the help of a lot of seniors.

She looked at the young woman and saw that she looked at Jordan with admiration on her face, and her eyes were full of admiration for them.

After listening to Mrs. Blakely's words, Jordan did not make a sound, but gracefully filled Ivelle with a bowl of soup in a low voice. "Drink more soup. This soup calms the mind and helps you sleep."

Ivelle nodded, thinking about how he would handle the matter presented by Dean. She saw him look at Dean and Mrs. Blakely, then said, "It's the Astley's Group's honor to be valued by you. You two also know that my wife went to Astley Group's personnel when she joined us. Astley Group will hold a job fair in June, and then you can let Miss Blakely have a try."

Jordan's handling of the matter was really unsatisfactory, and Ivelle was somewhat speechless.

What he said was obviously to let the young girl enter on her own capacities.

Seeing Dean's face a little embarrassed and seeing that the little girl's face was not very pleased, Ivelle couldn't help saying, "Miss Blakely graduated from a famous university so her ability and major are first-class. Then we'll wait for you at Astley's Group. I believe we can work under the same roof in the future."

As soon as these words came out, the young girl looked better, looked at Jordan timidly, and said, "Really?"

Children who had just entered society were inevitably full of expectations for the future. Jordan had a venomous mouth, but fortunately he did not speak much, so his silence was automatically translated into acquiescence by the little girl.

Once they had enough to drink and eat, the meal came to an end.

Out of the restaurant, Dean and Mrs. Blakely were very polite and reserved. Ivelle was a little tired, and she felt the temperature was a little low in the evening.

Her shoulders suddenly warmed up, and she looked up at the clothes Jordan had put on her. She was stupefied, and she said, "Thank you!"

A black Cadillac stopped downstairs. A gentle and clean man got out of the car. He watched the approaching Dean and Mrs. Blakely so he said, "Mom and Dad! You can tell me half an hour in advance next time."

Mrs. Blakely affectionately pulled him up and looked at Jordan and Ivelle then said, "Boss Astley, Mrs. Astley, this is my son, Caldwell Blakely. He was supposed to come tonight, but he didn't catch up with us."

With a few implicit words, Ivelle thought for a moment that Caldwell was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

She couldn't help but pay attention to Mrs. Blakely's introduction that he worked at AC.

After dinner, there was nothing important to discuss anymore, so after a brief farewell, everyone went home.

When Ivelle got on the bus, she twisted her eyebrow and looked out of the window in a daze.

The palm of her hand was wrapped in a wave of warmth. She looked back and saw Jordan looking at the car in one hand and holding her in the other. She couldn't help saying, "It's not safe!"