This voice ......
Violet jerked her head around to see Ivan leaning against the doorway of the dinning room, smiling at her.
Violet squeezed her palms, and then stood up, "You're back?"
"I'm back." Ivan walked towards her with a step, "Violet, you know what? This 'you're back' of yours really makes me happy, do you think it's like what a wife says to her husband who has come home?"
Hearing these words, Violet's brow furrowed and her heart recoiled a little.
But it didn't show on her face as she said lightly, "Sorry, I don't feel like it!"
Ivan laughed and didn't get angry, then pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.
After sitting down, he patted Violet's chair, "Sit down, aren't you eating breakfast? There's still so much left to eat, keep eating."
He said as he looked at the plate in front of Violet.
Violet pursed her red lips, wanting to say that she didn’t even have an appetite to eat since he was back.
But it was something she knew not to say.
Taking a deep breath, Violet suppressed the discomfort inside her and sat back with her eyes downcast.
Ivan called out in the direction of the kitchen, "Helena, serve me breakfast."
"You hadn’t had food?" Violet twisted her head to look at him.
Ivan laughed out, "Violet, are you concerned about me?"
Violet wrinkled her brow, "Not really."
The man was really cheeky, thinking it was a sign of concern and care for him.
Obviously she didn't mean it at all.
"Violet, you're really making me sad." Ivan sighed with a lost face.
Violet ignored it and looked down to cut a piece of egg.
Just as she was about to put the egg in her mouth, suddenly her hand was grabbed.
Violet was stunned, and he hurriedly turned his head to look.
Seeing Ivan was grabbing her wrist and bringing her hand hard towards him.
Violet retracted and questioned, "What are you doing?"
"I'm hungry, I need to eat." With that, he looked down and ate the egg on her fork.
Violet's eyes widened, "You ...... That's my fork!"
"I know." Ivan let go of her hand, swallowed the egg in his mouth, and looked at her with a smirk, "It's because I know that I did this, and I have to say, the eggs you hand-fed me smelled really good."
"You ......" Violet was completely defeated by his shamelessness this time, and squeezed out through clenched teeth, "Pervert!"
She did not feed him, it was him grabbed it from her forcefully.
Violet dropped the fork onto the plate, the disgust in her eyes unconcealed.
She wouldn't use this fork again, it was too dirty.
Even the rest of her breakfast felt tainted and she had lost any appetite.
Ivan took her disgust in his eyes, and his eyes sank as he tried to say something when footsteps sounded.
The maid, Helena, came out of the kitchen with a fresh breakfast and placed it in front of Ivan, "Sir, please have breakfast."
Ivan nodded, "Go and keep an eye on Ivy."
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