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."

and

and tossed the crystal back to

hurriedly caught it and glared

ahead,

Silence blanketed the car.

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,

turned to stare at Ivan and asked, trying to reconcile, "What

pressed his thin lips

thought he was too babyish

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Marry smiled dearly. "Come on.

"Thank you, Marry."

took the bowl over with both hands, moving towards the sofa.

the brightly lit operating room, Tristan's wound had been stitched and

was still effective, so he didn't feel the

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