Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 328

Her eyes glinted with a trace of alert. "What does it have to do with you?"

"Nothing, but it has something to do with you." The playful smile still didn't fake off his face, making him look naughty and unruly. "The best way to cure the disappointment in love is to find a new replacement. I'm willing to be that one."

Jennifer's eyes become steely. She pulled her hands from his, cast down her eyes, and continued to put the ointment on his wounds.

"Want to leave every matter to the time?" Spencer kept hitting her raw nerves. "Time won't be able to help you." He peered out the window, beaming at the rain that was getting heavier.

He was expectant of what would happen in three days.

"Mind your own business." Jennifer finished putting the ointment for him and packed the first-aid kit. "Don't fight again in the future."

Standing next to the coffee table, she snapped, "Don't you think you are too childish? Even if you won, so what? He has lost his memories, but you haven't. He's your older brother."

"I don't like him." Spencer looked up at her, leaning against the back of the sofa, crossing his legs. "Whenever I see him, I want to hit him. I can't help it."

"Then practice more. Or you'll be the one beaten up all the time." Jennifer didn't have the mood to get involved in the business between the two men. She turned around and went upstairs.

"He didn't have wounds on his face, but I threw two punches on his chest." Spencer felt reluctant.

Jennifer panicked, wondering if Ivan had been injured.

She was worried.

However, she reminded herself to relax as Ivan had nothing to do with her.

The rain became a downpour.

Her footsteps vanished on the stairs. Spencer felt that the sound of the rain was seemingly the only thing in his world.

He put away the smile, a trace of disappointment flashing through his eyes.

The Lamborghini stopped in the yard.

Ivan picked up his phone and dialed Jennifer's number, his eyes steely. The beeps were heard.

Jennifer's bedroom, second floor.

Sitting on the bed edge, Jennifer gazed at the incoming call. A sharp pang raised in her heart.

Ivan called her three times a row, and she repressed her urge to ignore him. Then she turned off the phone.