She was his, purely his.
If she was the bride, then the groom could only be Lucas Walker.
She didn't care about what kind of task Ivana had, nor how important it was...
In her heart, that man was the most important.
Because of Ivana's mission, she had been constantly lying to him, for which Ivana Bennett was already deeply remorseful. Now the idea of letting her marry Skye was absolutely unacceptable to her.
"I don't know if you've ever been in love, but if one day you truly fall in love with someone wholeheartedly, you should understand, my feelings." Ivana Bennett looked at him with a frown, her face colored with regret but showing no signs of compromise, "Ivana, I'm sorry, this time... I really can't cooperate!"
Ivana pursed his lips and nodded softly, "I will find a way."
There was a knock at the door.
Ivana walked over to her, extended his palm, "Give me the gun!"
Ivana Bennett returned the gun to him, and he raised his voice, "Come in."
