Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1103 Ivan’s Lie

Jennifer asked, "What if Finnley were injured today? Would you still ask me such a question?"
"Of course not," Ivan replied without hesitation, "But they are different. Don't you know what I mean?"
"How different? Finnley is your special assistant, and Tristan is my father's. They both are men, young and brave."
Ivan stepped on the brake and pulled the car over on the roadside.
Jennifer's heart tightened. She looked at him in surprise.
Ivan looked into her eyes and asked affirmatively, "Tristan has a crush on you. Can't you feel it?" His eyes turned intense and cold as he almost lost control.
Jennifer sighed, shaking her head. "I didn't have such a feeling."
"It's because I've warned him. He's repressing." Ivan burst into anger while recalling the scene earlier. "Just now, he was watching you all the time. Your existence in the operating room almost made him forget the pain."
"You..." Jennifer was shocked by the overloaded information.
Ivan added overbearingly, "Come back to the Marsh Group as soon as you finish the project. Don't show up on his face again." He didn't want another man to covet his wife.
"You are too impossible!" Jennifer burst into anger. "You need to calm down."
Then she tried to push the door open and get off, but the passenger side door was locked.
Ivan restarted the engine and tossed the crystal back to her.
Jennifer almost missed it. "Hey!" She hurriedly caught it and glared at him in anger.
Ivan looked ahead, his eyes dark.
Silence blanketed the car.
Jennifer leaned backward, peering out the flashing views outside the window. She felt frustrated and depressed. On the one hand, she was worried about her father and Tristan. On the other hand, she was bothered by her jealous husband.
Five minutes later, she turned to stare at Ivan and asked, trying to reconcile, "What about Hugh Johnson?"
Ivan proudly pressed his thin lips together without answering.
Jennifer thought he was too babyish and stopped talking.
They no longer talked, and the Lamborghini pulled up to Emerald Bay.
"Mrs. Marsh, you are back. Take the chicken soup. The temperature is just fine." Marry greeted her while smiling. "You've lost some blood. It's good for you to recover."
Jennifer was slightly taken back, darting back at Ivan.
However, he went upstairs without looking at her, ignoring her.
Marry didn't mutter to her until his back appeared from the corner, "Mr. Marsh cares about you very much. When he messaged me, I knew you were beside him, and he didn't want to express it verbally."
Jennifer seemed to understand something.
Holding the bowl of chicken soup, Marry smiled dearly. "Come on. Have it. It'll go cold."
"Thank you, Marry."
Jennifer took the bowl over with both hands, moving towards the sofa.
The hospital.
In the brightly lit operating room, Tristan's wound had been stitched and bandaged.
The anesthetic was still effective, so he didn't feel the pain.
"We suggest you stay in the hospital for a few days. Your fasciae have been injured, so you need to be on the drip." The doctor pushed up his glasses.