Jordan Astley nodded. He did not read it, but handed me the document directly, picked up his eyebrows, and said, "Have a look."

Abe Tucker smiled, looked at Jordan, and said, "Boss Jordan, you and Miss Ivelle seem to have known each other for a long time."

I always felt like he's asking on purpose.

Jordan raised his eyebrow and put the broken hair on his forehead behind his ear. His voice was warm and moist. "Well, we've been married for seven years," Jordan said. "

Someone took a breath in the air, and even Abe stiffened slightly, which no one seemed to expect.

Jordan didn't seem to care. When...