###Chapter 83 I'm Eating Hot Pot

Ivelle saw him walking not far in front of her and while he was holding his cell phone, he looked up at her, smiled and took some pictures. He said, "It's a pity that you don't want to be an actor. Your face is also photogenic."

She knew that he secretly photographed her but Ivelle didn't bother to say more. Ivelle looked at the roses on both sides and said, "Are these flowers blooming all year round?"

He nodded, "Well, this roses blooms regardless of season. Hempstead is in the south, the climate temperature is suitable for plant growth so these flowers are blooming all the year round."

It was beautiful!

While they were walking, they were seeing the sunset and it was very pleasant.

"Why did it have to be him?" He put his phone in his pocket and looked sideways at her while he spoke to her very seriously.

Ivelle was stupefied and said faintly, "It's just that when I was young, I met him and later in my memory, I felt that I had to be with him.

He stopped and stood in front of her with a serious look on his face. "Sooner or later you'll leave him, won't you?"

Ivelle laughed and pushed him away. "Who knows what's going to happen in the future?"

What would happen if she left? People, don't meet the one who will love them too early or they will never let it go for the rest of their life. Another possibility was that you'll end up failing the person who was loving you for years.

Unwittingly, it came to an end and at the end of the alley was a very lively snack street, where there were many kinds of food and many people.

Many Americans love wearing American clothes for a walk in the street and it had become a scenery of its own.

After they walked for a long time, they finally arrived at their destination but it was already dark.

"Would you mind having a roadside stall with me?" When Ivelle found a place in the hot pot restaurant, she looked at Parker.

He got up and said, "Come on, let's find another one."

She pulled him back to his seat and gave him the menu, "I don't like spicy food very much. You can order whatever you like."

When he saw that she already ordered some dishes, he sat next to her and smiled, "I knew you were different from those girls."

Ivelle laughed and squinted at him. "How am I different?"

He ordered and said, "Many girls feel that the price of eating roadside stalls was not expensive so they don't want to come and they dislike being dirty!"

After she looked at him, Ivelle said faintly, "Do you think I don't think the price of eating roadside stalls was not expensive and that I don't want to get rid of dirt?"

He stopped. "Is that what you think?"

"Does it matter?" After she took a sip of water, she smiled, "Without knowing each other, you bring a girl to the roadside stall to test her? Or is it because you think the food here is delicious and you want to share what you like with her. These are two different concepts."

"If it is the former, no matter how the girls react, you are not worthy of her beauty. If it is the other one, collect it well. After all, there were not many beautiful objects that people could share in this life."

He looked at her. "What about you? If one day Jordan becomes nothing, will you still like him?"

"No ifs!" She interrupted him, the waiter had brought up the pot and she bowed her head to look for the switch to fire.

The cell phone in her pocket vibrated.

When the fire was started, Ivelle answered the phone and the voice on the other end of the line was low and cold, "Ivelle!"

It was Jordan. He seemed to have come out of the emergency room.

"I'm here!" In response, when Parker saw her on the phone, he got up and went to the boss to take a few bottles of drinks.

"What are you doing?" As she listened to his voice, Jordan didn't seem very happy.

"I am eating hot pot!" There was nothing to avoid, so she just said it.

"Oh!" His sneer came from the other end of the line, "You are really good, your husband is still in the hospital but you are in the mood to eat hot pot, Ivelle, you are really good."

She said, "Mr. Astley is so angry that it seems that your accident is not a big deal. You can't die."

He can quarrel with her, which meant it was no big deal.

Parker came over with several bottles of drinks and said, "You can eat now. This drink will ease you."

Ivelle gave him a thumbs up.

"Who are you with?" Jordan on the other end of the line asked in a cold voice.

"Boss Wesley of credit." Hot pot soup rose and she put the side dishes in the pot. Facing the phone, she became a little irritated, "Do you have any instructions? If not, I'll hang up."

"Ivelle, I'm your husband. Shouldn't you take care of me now?" Ivelle could tell that Jordan on the other end of the line was very angry.

Ivelle was a little impatient. "Boss Astley should have no shortage of people to take care of you. Miss Blakeley must be watching you all the time. If I go over there, the mistress and I will huddle together. If we fight, although you are already strong, you will be powerless after all. So I still won't go there. Take good care of yourself. Bye-bye!"

After she hung up the phone, Ivelle muted the phone directly and ate with Parker while chatting.

Two hours later, when Parker saw that the night market was lively, he looked at Ivelle and said, "Why don't you take a stroll with me?"

Ivelle shook her head. "I need to go home." Ivelle was not very interested in shopping.

When he heard this, he didn't say much. He just raised his eyebrows and took her back.

Fortunately, he didn't drink liquor so he was able to send her back after eating.

When he took her to the villa, he stopped his car, looked at her and said, "If one day you and Jordan will divorce, I want to take care of you and your child. I promise that I will never let you suffer the slightest grievance."

Ivelle laughed. "Thank you, but that day won't happen. It's getting late. Go home early and have a rest."

When Ivelle returned to the villa, she saw that Nicole was in the hall.

She was sorting out Jordan's clothes in the hall.

She looked at Ivelle when she saw her. She looked at her coldly but she did not open her mouth. She just continued to tidy up Jordan's clothes.

Ivelle took out her cell phone and saw several missed calls, all from Jordan.

She just ignored it and called the police station directly.

It rang a few times and it was connected after. "Hello, this is the District Police Station. What can I do for you?"

"Hello, I'm calling the police. Someone broke into the house. I need you to send someone to arrest the criminal."

"Yes, ma'am, just a moment, please."

She hung up the phone and saw that there was a surprised look in Nicole's face, "Ivelle, what are you doing?"

Ivelle clasped her hands, leaned against the porch and said faintly, "I called the police!"

Nicole clenched her fist, her face looked angry and she was staring at her eyes almost spurting fire, "This is the home of Jordan, my husband and most of the things in are mine."