Ilyana snapped back her gaze at Lev and frowned, "What do you think?"
Lev still looked at her gently despite how she had snapped out of anger, "I want to ask you how you are feeling because I can't understand you without hearing your words. If I did make you angry, what was it that hurt you?"
Ilyana sighed and stood up, "It seems talking to you won't do anything good. If you don't understand what you did wrong then you can think about it yourself."
"Ilyana," Lev spoke before she could leave and turned her beautiful face to him. He felt that her anger was real and know it was her rage that speaks out of her but he needed to remind her, "I'm not your pet, right? Then I hope you will understand that I won't always follow your wishes like what happened earlier. I saw that I have the opportunity to talk with your mother and I took the chance that perhaps would never come again to my hands."
