"But someone doesn't seem to be very welcoming!"
Michael Gordon's deep voice fell, and of course, "someone" referred to Ivy Aretha.
"Ahem, how could it be, Mr. Gordon, Ivy just told me how handsome and charming you are!"
Although Sophia Young is straightforward, it doesn't mean she's foolish. Her mind is quite clever.
Just from Michael Gordon sitting at their table, it could be proved that he came for Ivy, yet this girl just wouldn't give him face.
When Ivy heard this, she really wanted to slap the person across from her. When did she say Michael Gordon was handsome and charming? If she had to describe him, she would say he's a sly and foxy!
"Really?" Hearing Sophia's words, the curve of Michael Gordon's lips deepened, "If I'm so handsome and charming, why doesn't she even bother looking at me!"
Michael glanced at Sophia and then cast his gaze intensely on Ivy's head.
The words were spoken to Sophia, but they indeed hit Ivy's heart.
