Ivy Aretha looked at her own man, speechless. She knew he was just like this, always ready to upset someone else at any moment.
"And what if I upset people?" Michael Gordon turned his head and looked at her face, creasing his brows. Then, he reached out to touch her cheek, gently smiling, "Should I just let others covet my wife and pretend like I don't notice?"
Saying this, Michael looked again towards the figure, gradually distancing itself from them. His wrist was being held by Ivy, and he came to a halt. But as he watched the figure, he felt a strange chill. He was unsure if it was influenced by the phone call or if he was overthinking, but his intuition felt a bit off.
Especially when he heard the man's words about meeting again his wife, Michael felt an odd sense that this man's attention wasn't just casual attraction to her beauty.
"Enough, stop looking. He was just teasing. It's not a big deal. I've already been angry for you, you stop making a fuss!"
