The living room was pitch dark, Ivana hadn't even seen him there. Suddenly hearing her father's voice scared her nearly to the point of losing heart.
"Dad...you scared me half to death!"
"What's there to be scared about if you haven't done anything wrong?" Logan Bennett stretched out the hand holding his cigarette, tapping it in the ashtray. "Are you thirsty or hungry, do you want me to make you something to eat?"
"No...no need!" Ivana quickly waved her hands, with a forced smile. "I...I just wanted to get a glass of juice."
"There's a sealed one in the cupboard next to the refrigerator, drink that one, it's not cold."
"Okay, thank you dad."
Ivana entered the kitchen, found the sealed juice, took out a bottle, and went upstairs.
Logan cast a glance at the sports shoes she was wearing and sneered.
Little thing, you clearly want to sneak out, and you're talking about getting juice!
Holding the juice and heading upstairs, Ivana wore a helpless expression.
