Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 93

Jennifer walked towards him and picked up the other glass of wine from the coffee table, "A date?"

"You can do whatever you want and go wherever you like." He took a sip of wine, his voice low and magnetic, "I can also fulfill your wishes, as long as it's within my capability."

What was he trying to do?

Get in touch with her more and try to understand her?

Thinking of the photo of him and Catherine being intimate in the office, Jennifer's mind was suddenly filled with wariness.

"How many women have you said that to?" She asked, half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"I said that to whomever I've slept with." Ivan answered frankly.

"Well..." She took a sip of wine, "So how many have you slept with?"

Ivan just looked at her meaningfully and didn't answer, thinking such a question was childish.

"Figure out your itinerary for tomorrow, and you can tell me in the morning." Ivan reached out to fiddle with a strand of hair near her ear, suddenly approaching close to her ear, "You're beautiful today."

For a second, Jennifer seemed have heard the sound of fireworks.

Tonight, she did wow Ivan.

At night, she lay beside him on the soft king-size bed.

"Actually, I'm very happy too." Jennifer knew he hadn't slept yet, "Those scripts would have never seen the light of day, but I didn't expect the Queen to speak so highly of them. It sort of made the best use of them."

"I'm really grateful for what you did today." Ivan spoke from his heart, his voice mellow, like a cup of hot coffee brewed with care, "I didn't expect you could surprise me so much."

The next morning.

Jennifer woke up early and cooked pasta for Ivan.

Because she was going on a date, she was naturally in a good mood. Girls loved to have fun, let alone with a handsome guy.

Jordan was pleased to see that the home was becoming more and more of a loving place.

Ivan came downstairs with a smile on his lips and in a nice mood too.

"Good morning, Mr. Marsh." Jordan was joyful from the bottom of his heart.

"Good morning."

Upstairs in the children's room.

"Diana, Daddy is taking Mommy out to play." Alfie got out from under the covers, his hair unkempt, "Guess where they're going?"

Diana sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, "Aren't they going to take us?"

"Even if they want to take us, we should refuse!" Alfie stressed, "Don't be a third wheel at a time like this!"

"Brother, do you think Mommy's willingness to help Daddy is really because of us? Not even a little bit because she likes daddy?"

That's a deep question, and Alfie mulled over it for a while.

"Not sure." Then he added in a firm tone, "But Daddy is so excellent. Mommy will be charmed by him one day!"