Ivy got so much irritated by Tristan’s behavior. She didn’t understand why he was pressing his nose with the paper towels as if she was stinking. Maybe he was trying to get on her nerves.
She grabbed the paper towel from his hand and dropped it on the floor. “If this is your way of trying to impress me, then you are the worst flirt ever—”
Angrily, she turned her back from him. “To the hell with you, and your stupid color-changing contact lens…”
Just before she was about to leave, Tristan grabbed her hand, pushing her to his arms. Now his eyes were burning like the bright red flames. But his eyes were not meeting her—it was fixed on her bare neck.
Ivy saw the nerves on his forehead and neck getting twitched. His glare was not warm or sarcastic like it used to be before, now it seemed
