###Chapter 2 Do Not Go
Before she was able to organize her thoughts, Ivelle saw that the bedroom door was opened. Ivelle saw that he was wet and that he went straight into the bathroom without looking at her. After a few moments, she heard the water from the shower.
At the time that he went back, Ivelle was not able to continue her sleep. She got up and put on her clothes. Ivelle took his pajamas out of the wardrobe and placed them at the bathroom door. Then, she went to the balcony.
It was the rainy season, there was light rain outside and the sky was very dark. Everyone would hear the rainwater ticking on the bricks and tiles.
Ivelle heard a noise behind her, she looked back and saw that Jordan had come out of the bathroom. His lower body was covered with a bath towel, his hair was wet and there were drops of water that were dripping down his sturdy body.
He probably sensed that she was looking at him. He looked at Ivelle and frowned. "Come here!" He said in an emotionless tone of voice.
Ivelle was obedient. She walked up to him and he threw towards me the towel in his hand. "Wipe it for me," he said in a low voice.
He was always like this and she was used to it. He sat on the edge of the bed and Ivelle climbed into the bed, she was half-kneeling behind him as she started to wipe his hair.
"Tomorrow is Grandpa's funeral. I should go to the old house earlier." When Ivelle opened her mouth, she didn't deliberately talk to him about the topic because he was so focused on Nicole and if she wouldn't mention it, Ivelle was afraid that he would have forgotten about it.
"Hmm!" When he answered her, he said nothing else.
Ivelle knew that he didn't want to communicate too much with her and because of that, she didn't say much. She dried his hair and she laid on the bed again, ready to go to sleep.
always say that he would go to the study until midnight after he was done taking a bath.
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