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Stinging heart

Chapter 4 Dove Occupies Magpie Nest

Word Count: 739    |    Released on: 08/09/2024

way. Brad was slightly stupefied, he straightened his clothes

hat if a man was taking you to heart, you would only n

to listen to his address towards her. She, Ivelle As

te and unfa

therwise, she would get depressed. She smiled

s she would drop a few tears, she could have the

suit of clothes that Jordan had not worn and ca

er temperature, prescribed medicine fo

g in the living room. He smiled. "It's ge

hands and said, "Your clothes are wet and it's still raining outside

these clothes. He was stupefied and his handsome face

"Jordan hasn't worn it, the tag is still t

went upstairs and

n. He was an internationally famous doctor. If he hadn't been in the Astley family, he w

next

arthy fragrance. She was used to getting up early. When Ivelle we

dy stood by the stove, frying eggs. The fierce and col

im. Her high fever has just gone down. Her deli

icole stuffed a strawberry into Jordan's mouth and continu

yes were looking at Nicole, although there was no r

woman, talent and beauty,

and romantic interact

upefied. When she looked back, it was Brad. She forgot that it rained heavily la

smiled and my eyes fell on his clot

s eyebrow and smiled. "These clot

ntion it!" Ivelle bought these clothes

s, "Sister Ivelle, Brother Brad, you are up.

ike the style

some bread and milk yesterd

ived for two years and the real estate ce

was, she wouldn't let

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“Nicole was the only one she knew that had the guts to call Jordan at this hour. The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped. Jordan came out wrapped in a bath towel. He wiped his hand and picked up the phone. Ivelle didn't know what the person from the other end of the phone said. She saw Jordan frowned slightly and he heard him say, "Nicole, don't fool around!" With that, he hung up the phone and was ready to change his clothes and leave. In the past, Ivelle might have pretended to turn a blind eye but now, she grabbed Jordan and begged him softly, "Is it okay if you will not go tonight?" Jordan frowned and his face showed some coldness and displeasure. "Are you beginning to be presumptuous?" It was cold and ironic. Ivelle was stunned. For a moment, she was not able to stop herself from laughing. She looked at him and said, "Tomorrow is Grandpa's funeral. Even if you can't let her go, shouldn't you have a sense of propriety?" "Threats?" He squinted his black eyes and grabbed her jaw in a low, cold voice. "Ivelle, you've grown up."”