"Going crazy?!" Michael Gordon's face, which was already extremely gloomy, darkened even more. He stared intently at Fabian Nala, who he had pushed away, but didn't look at Ivy Aretha. However, his words were directed at Ivy, "Can't you even see such obvious jealousy?"
Ivy Aretha: "..."
Does this man's possessiveness know no bounds?!
"Alright, I'm already married to you and now a married woman. Nobody would even look at me now. What kind of jealousy are you feeling?" Ivy Aretha saw that Michael's fist was no longer clenched and loosened her grip around her waist. "Stop fooling around, my senior has something to discuss with me. You, get out!"
"I'm your husband, not his, so why should I leave?" Michael Gordon turned his head and glanced at Ivy Aretha, speaking calmly and shamelessly, "I simply won't leave!"
Ivy Aretha: "..."
Why is this man becoming more and more unreasonable?!
