Well, that worked out. Ivy managed to feed Michael only one bite, and the spoon couldn't pry his mouth open anymore.
Michael tightly pressed his lips together, refusing to open them. His deep eyes stared intently at her, filled with an unreadable stubbornness.
"Michael Gordon, open your mouth! Our daughter behaves better than you- we've never had to feed her!" Ivy's eyes glared angrily at him, her face turning black with frustration.
Hearing the words "our daughter" made Michael's mood inexplicably brighten. That's right, our daughter, not just my daughter. Ivy must still see them as connected in her subconscious!
"Ivy Aretha, give me the chance to pursue you like any other man pursues a woman, and I will eat!" Michael admitted his method was a little despicable, but Ivy seemed sharp-tongued and ruthless on the surface, a single word could choke someone to death. However, deep down, she had a kind heart.
