"But I only care about this!"
Ivy Aretha found that Michael Gordon seemed to deliberately avoid the topic and didn't seem to have the intention to speak.
Since he didn't say anything, she could only ask directly.
"Michael, what happened today at the Gordon family house..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ivy's mouth was blocked, and soft lips with a familiar male scent covered her. This kiss was more intense than any other before.
Ivy was deeply imprisoned against his chest, her wrists held tightly as if to embed her into his body. The pressure on her lips grew heavier, as if to steal away all the breath in her mouth.
Ivy could deeply feel the man's unstable chest, filled with a strong suppressed emotion, as if there was some desperate feeling with nowhere to vent. This side of Michael Gordon made her feel somewhat heartbroken.
