It was cutting, the way Ivana Bennett spoke.
If they continued fighting like this, her energy would be depleted quickly. She was no match for him.
Instead of pretending to be strong, it was better to think of another approach.
Putting the knife on the chopping board, Ivana turned and opened the fridge, pulled out a box of steak from it.
She then turned on the stove, grabbed the frying pan hanging on the wall, and switched on the induction cooker.
Looking at her back, Ivana's lips curled up slightly.
"The butter's in the fridge."
Reminding her, he also put his knife away and bent down to clean up the glass shards on the floor.
Ivana pulled out the butter from the fridge and sliced a piece. She glanced at Ivana, who was looking back at her.
The bastard was on high alert!
Seeing no opportunity, Ivana put down the knife, dropped the butter into the frying pan, and ripped open the steak's packaging.
