Huh?
Could this be considered a confession?
The next moment, Ivy realized that this man had climbed onto her bed unknowingly, and she had been completely unaware. Her guard was so weak!
"Michael Gordon, get down!"
Upon realizing this, Ivy pushed Michael away.
Caught off guard by her push, Michael fell off the bed and landed on the blanket by the bed.
"No man can handle such a violent woman!"
It seemed that his latter years would be tormented. Michael sighed as he got up, but he thought that since Ivy pushed him so hard, her twisted waist must be fine now!
"Mind your own business about which man can handle me. I'm going to sleep, so get out!"
Ivy buried herself into the quilt, not looking at him. She could still feel the man's burning gaze through the thin quilt and heard his low, hoarse voice with an inexplicable sense of grievance.
