Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Catherine saw him, and her heart performed a somersault, her blood boiling. Instantly, her mood became excellent.

"Morning, Ivan," she stopped in front of him and blocked his way purposely. Their gazes met.

He hadn't looked at her in this way for a long time.

Catherine's gaze fell on his hair bang. She wanted to graze it, but Ivan flinched slightly.

"There's a sunflower seed shell." She removed it for him and withdrew her hand. Wearing a gentle smile, she asked, "We're indeed busy today. You left the company earlier. What happened? Do you need any help?"

"Nothing." Ivan bypassed her with a stern look, striding forward.

Catherine panicked. She turned to look at his receding figure, followed him to his office, and stood in front of his desk.

Ivan sat in his chair, looking at her.

She was always drowned in the pools of his eyes, but she kept calm.

Catherine put a file on his desk and shifted their conversation in another direction. "The design department has drafted 28 samples. I've reviewed the drafts and filtered the samples. Please go through them. They are indeed gorgeous."

Ivan was still expressionless, as if he didn't hear her.

us paid a lot of attention to the design of this series." The smile didn't fade off her face. "Many works

picked up his phone and dialed a number in her

you home tonight? I'll

could tell Ivan didn't listen to

off and watched

house earlier," she said, "He gave Spencer some ointments. The bruises will go in a few

too precious, so he didn't need to

Ivan looked t her again with inquisitive, cold

uneasy. "What's

you may leave." Ivan turned

She wondered if he had taken her

wasn't like

least, when she reported work to him, he was willing to communicate

too embarrassed to continue staying here. She turned away

agreement was printed, Jennifer's mood became much better in

to Ivan's return to

have a good mood before signing the contract,

shall I