###Chapter 279 One Wrong Step – Part 17
When Ivelle got into the car, she slightly twisted her eyebrow. She was always surprised that Grandma knew Grandpa Astley. When her grandmother took her out from Primrose, she said, Grandpa Astley was an old friend.
Ivelle didn't think much about it at that time, but now she began thinking about it. Indeed, her grandmother had been in the small county town of Primrose all her life. How could she know Grandpa Astley, who had always been in Hempstead, and still knew Liam's father?
Now that she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel that it didn't make sense. But now that the old people were gone, even if she wanted to know why she couldn't find out anything.
"All these things are in the past, and now we can't discuss anything more. It's too cold outside, so we'd better send Blossom home as soon as possible!"
Jordan gave a faint reply but did not say much.
Considering that Blossom suddenly moved to live in the landscape, she may not be used to it yet, so Ivelle discussed with Jon to take her to the landscape house during the day, then send her to Victory's apartment at night.
After a busy day, it was already a little late to return to Blossom.
Ivelle was also a little sleepy. As soon as she opened the door, Jordan didn't give her a chance to relax and picked her up directly from the car.
Directly into the villa, she was stupefied for a few seconds, then said, "Jordan, please put me down. I can walk."
After giving birth, Ivelle lost a lot of weight. Jordan hugged her, but he easily went into the villa.
When he got to the gate, he glanced at her with a dark color in his black eyes. He didn't want to put down any meaning, "Open the door!"
Ivelle held out her finger and recorded her fingerprints, then he carried her into the hall and went straight to the second-floor bedroom.
He put her on the bed. She was surrounded by him in the arms, and his posture appeared to be particularly intimate.
As an adult, she naturally knew what he was going to do, but it was still a little awkward for a moment.
"Jordan."
His black eyes stared at her. His sexy Adam's apple slipped slightly and his voice was low and hoarse. "In the future, don't leave me for anything. Know that you are my wife and I am your support always. If there is any problem, the first thing you should think of is me!"
For a moment, Ivelle's eyes filled with a layer of warm color, then she looked at him a little stuffy, "Jordan, thank you!"
He buried his head in her ear and smiled, "Don't thank me. It's just to be helpful to you."
She raised her hand and took the initiative to wrap it around his neck to get close to him.
He buckled her waist for a long time, then his voice was so hoarse, "Are you afraid of pain?"
Oblivious for a while, she looked at him was a little blurred. This man was a poppy, so women could not touch him or they, too, would be addicted.
She reached out and tugged at his clothes.
Her hand was held by him, and he smiled. "Are you going to keep me from going out tomorrow?"
With that, he took off his coat and spilled a fiery breath.
She bit her lip and cried out almost unconsciously, "Jordan, it hurts."
His body trembled and his voice was hoarse. "Be good."
"Jordan, stop it!"
He said a word of grace.
She felt something flow out vaguely, and she was stunned. She looked down and saw that he just looked up at her.
There was something white on his handsome cheek and lip flap.
It exploded in her head all of a sudden. It was hard to bring the matter up.
Seeing her looking at him foolishly, he smiled and pulled her in his arms. "Starting tomorrow, I will begin to eat some nutritious food."
She pursed her lips and fell silent. It was so embarrassing.
He pulled the tissue to clean it for her and said, "Pick up Blossom tomorrow!"
She nodded, regardless of what was said to her.
She didn't know if it was because of these, Jordan was particularly crazy that night, and for the rest of the night, she was tired and lost her strength in his arms.
The next day.
Ivelle could hardly get out of bed. Jordan, who had already changed his clothes, looked at her and said, "Aren't you going to sleep for a while?"
"Are you going out?" He was neatly dressed, and he seemed to be in a good mood. He especially fixed his hair to make him look even more pleasing to the eye.
He approached her, kissed her on the forehead, and said, "I'll pick up Blossom later and try on my clothes first to see if they fit."
She couldn't help laughing. "Just pick her up. Do you want to be so formal?"
And she did her hair on purpose, too.
He smiled, walked up to her, handed her his tie, and said, "I'm a father, too. I can't make a bad impression on her."
When she tied it to him, she couldn't help laughing, "She's only three months old. What impression can you leave her?"
He looked down at his tie in a good mood and looked at her, then said, "What do you think? Is that all right?"
She couldn't say anything but nod.
She moved her body and wanted to get out of bed. She didn't want the pain to be severe, so she stared at him, "Ivelle says you're an asshole!"
Inexplicably scolded by her, he was stupefied for a moment and said, "What's the matter?"
She pursed her lips, said nothing, got out of bed, and was hugged by him before her foot fell to the ground. "Sorry, I'll restrain myself next time."
She took a white look at him and went into the bathroom. She didn't get off him and let him wash his face in his arms.
"Jordan, next time you do this, we'll sleep in separate beds."