Ivy Holden smiled coolly. "That was just an act before, don't you get it?"
"Or were you so starved for affection as a kid that you're desperate to be a big brother to someone?"
"Don't all your fans call you 'brother' every day? I don't see you fussing over them like this."
With every sentence Ivy Holden spoke, Jensen Morrison's face grew a shade darker.
By the time she finished, the air around Jensen Morrison had turned glacial.
He went downstairs without a word. He ignored Mrs. Cheney's greeting, grabbed his car keys, and left without even putting on a jacket.
The roar of the car engine startled Cheney, who was in the courtyard. He turned to his wife, Mrs. Cheney, and asked, "Who provoked the young master?"
Mrs. Cheney shook her head and pointed upstairs. She didn't dare say.
Ivy Holden, of course, heard the car's engine roar away too, but she didn't feel happy about it.
'The moment that guy kissed me keeps replaying in my mind.'
