###Chapter 5 Lucky To Eat Jordan's Cooking
When Nicole heard what Ivelle said, she was stupefied and her eyes darkened. She looked back and whispered to Jordan, she was pulling at the corners of his clothes. "Brother, I was too wayward last night. I disturbed you and Sister Ivelle. Can you let her stay and have breakfast with us? Consider it my apology, okay? "
Sure enough, some people really did not need to work very hard, as long as they would act coquettish and showed weakness, they could get what others couldn't.
Jordan was originally indifferent to her appearance but when he heard Nicole's request, he looked back at Ivelle and said, "Let's eat together!"
In a cold, commanding tone.
Did it hurt? She's used to it.
Smiling, Ivelle nodded, "Thank you!"
Ivelle would never be able to completely refuse Jordan's words. It would be difficult for her.
She was lucky to eat Jordan's breakfast for the first time, fried eggs with congee. It was ordinary yet extraordinary, Ivelle always knew that Jordan was very talented.
"Sister Ivelle, try the eggs that were fried by Jordan. They are very fragrant. When we were together, he would often fry them for me." Nicole said as she put an egg into her bowl.
Then he gave Jordan a clip and said with a smile, "Brother Jordan, you promised to accompany me to see flowers today. You can't break your promise."
"Hmm!" Jordan opened his mouth and ate his breakfast elegantly and reservedly. He always had few words but to Nicole, he seemed to answer everything she asked.
Brad seemed to be used to everything. He was eating breakfast gracefully and he was looking at them as an outsider.
Ivelle lowered her eyes and frowned. That day was Grandpa's funeral. If Jordan would accompany Nicole she would have to go alone to the Astley family's old house.
No one would have a good breakfast. After a few simple bites, she saw Jordan went upstairs and changed his clothes. Ivelle put down the bowls and chopsticks and followed.
Bedroom.
Jordan knew that she was behind. His voice said indifferently, "What's the matter?"
As he said, he took off his clothes as if nothing has happened, his sturdy figure was exposed. Instinctively, Ivelle turned her back to him and said, "Today is Grandpa's funeral!"
Behind her she heard the sound of a belt zipper, followed by an unwarm reply, "You can go over there alone."
Ivelle frowned. "He was your grandfather." Jordan was the eldest son of the Astley family. If he would not be there, what would the rest of the Fu family think?
"I have already told Brad to take care of the burial. If there are any other details, you can communicate with Brad." He spoke with no emotion as if he was saying an unimportant matter.
Ivelle saw him walking towards the study, she raised her voice and said, "Jordan, is it true that for you, except Nicole, everyone else is dispensable? What is kinship for you?"
He paused and looked back at her. His black eyes narrowed slightly and were very cold. "It's not your call to say this to me," he said.
After a pause, he raised his thin lips and uttered a few words ironically, "You don't deserve it!"
It was just a few words but it was like a basin of cold water and it was chilling.
As she listened to the sound of his steps as he moved away, she laughed.
She didn't deserve it!
After two years, she still wasn't able to heat a cold stone.
"I thought you were just thick-skinned, but I didn't think you liked to mind other's business." She heard a sound of ridicule.
When Ivelle looked back, she saw Nicole leaning on the door frame. The simple loveliness on her face has long since disappeared. It left only gloom and coldness.