Chapter 332

Even someone as level-headed as Elodie found her patience wearing thin.

Ivan had always been this way-overbearing, flamboyant, and sharp-tongued to an infuriating degree.

She snatched her phone from his hand, her expression turning icy cold. "Let go of me," she said, her voice flat.

Ivan's hand was still clamped around her arm.

He had seen this bristling side of Elodie more than once lately. A faint sting prickled somewhere in his chest, but Ivan brushed it aside, letting the discomfort mutate into defiance. His smile grew even colder. "You changed your number and didn't bother to tell me?"

"Do you really think you're that important?" Elodie shot back, her tone calm and utterly dismissive.

For a split second, Ivan was caught off guard. Then the warmth drained from his eyes, replaced by a chill.

Elodie clearly had no intention of arguing further.

With a stony face, she pulled herself free.

Just then, footsteps sounded in the hallway.

and, catching sight of the two inside, arched a brow. He glanced at Jarrod beside him and

didn't so much as

shaken off Ivan's grasp. She ignored him completely and strode toward the exit, her face impassive. Even when she saw Jarrod and Maurice, she didn't so much as glance their way-walking right past Jarrod without a hint of acknowledgment, as if she'd never met

out of the

looked even more

fade and curved his lips into a

Maurice tried to puzzle out what was going on between Ivan and Elodie. Turning to Jarrod, he asked, "What's up with those two? Did they just have a fight? She even shot you a dirty look just

Ping-

He glanced

from Sylvie: Don't worry about picking up an

a quick

his head, Jarrod

he said them, spelled out his indifference in bold. Maurice almost

and breathlessly recounted everything he'd just witnessed-right down to

Joseph didn't reply.

a laughing

thumbs-up, punctuating her mood and

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