Ivan's POV.
I felt Hazel brush past my shoulder as she left the room which was a sign she was annoyed.
I refused to turn to look at her. I knew that I might follow her and apologize because I knew I had just treated her like a child.
But I wasn't going to feel sorry for now especially when I had a tornado of unpleasant emotions.
I still felt my hands vibrating in anger. I was angry at the memories this room held.
I finally stormed out of the room before I destroy anything, I just needed to get far away.
I was just pacing around the mansion like a maniac for hours like a mad man trying to control my anger, my twirling emotions.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I decided to go to the only place I felt complete solace.
On my way out, I smelt a delicious scent.
I wonder was Elma was preparing tonight.
But guess what, Elma didn't prepare it. Hazel did.
