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Chapter 5 Lucky To Eat Jordan's Cooking

Word Count: 645 | Released on: 08/09/2024

to Jordan, she was pulling at the corners of his clothes. "Brother, I was too wayward last night. I distu

very hard, as long as they would act coquettish and

nce but when he heard Nicole's request, he looke

, command

t? She's u

lle nodded,

ompletely refuse Jordan's words

me, fried eggs with congee. It was ordinary yet extraord

are very fragrant. When we were together, he would often fr

"Brother Jordan, you promised to accompany me to

elegantly and reservedly. He always had few words but

He was eating breakfast gracefully and

dpa's funeral. If Jordan would accompany Nicole she wo

ites, she saw Jordan went upstairs and changed his cloth

hind. His voice said indiff

ned, his sturdy figure was exposed. Instinctively, Ivelle t

belt zipper, followed by an unwarm r

the eldest son of the Astley family. If he would not

e are any other details, you can communicate with Brad." He s

ice and said, "Jordan, is it true that for you, except Nico

yes narrowed slightly and were very cold. "It

n lips and uttered a few words i

it was like a basin of col

ound of his steps as he

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still wasn't able t

t I didn't think you liked to mind other's

e door frame. The simple loveliness on her face has l

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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."”