Michael Gordon held the child, but his gaze fell on Ivy Aretha's face, his eyes deep and burning with passion.
Ivy didn't even need to look up to feel his attentive gaze, and could even imagine how focused he was on her at this moment. It felt like she already knew him so well.
"Well, you can sleep in the kitchen then!" After saying that, Ivy stormed off!
Watching her turn and enter the bedroom, Michael Gordon's lips curled into a wicked smile as his gaze followed the door slamming behind her.
After a moment, he gave an honest evaluation: "What a bad temper!"
"Uncle Gordon, Mommy isn't really angry, she's just shy!"
Shy?
This violent woman was capable of shyness?
Michael Gordon looked down at the little one in his arms, and the laughter in the depths of his eyes gradually thickened, as a subtle warmth flowed through his heart.
After Ivy went to her room, she didn't come out again. At nine o'clock, Adam finally brought Michael Gordon's luggage over, along with a quilt!
