Chapter 32 Four Years Ago

• Ignoring his gloomy face, I continued to sneer, "Nicole is cultured?" Brazenly being a third party, openly rob other people's man! Jordan! What kind of educational background do you need to make you understand that there is such a big gap between the upbringing that you understand and the upbringing that I understand? "
• "Ivelle!" He suddenly stepped up his strength by holding my hand, his veins on his forehead are visible and he is and clenching his teeth, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "consider yourself lucky because I don't hit women."
• I laughed, enduring the pain in my wrist as if it was about to be crushed, and looked at him, "Mr. Astley is really generous, but can you please let me go? If you're holding a woman's hand like this, it will have the same effect as hitting. "