Ivan turned around. Megan took a few steps forward and tugged on Ivan's coat. "Mr. Hendrix, listen to me."
Ivan looked down at Megan’s pale hand that was holding the corner of his coat, and he could see the scars on the back of her hand in the dim light.
Ivan frowned and still spoke in a cold tone, "Megan, what the hell do you want? There's no way I'm going to let you in to see Sherlyn in the middle of the night."
"No, I'm not here to see Sherlyn. I know she'll be scared if she sees me at night." Megan shook her hand hurriedly. "I just have to tell you something."
Ivan turned to look at Megan. "Do we still have something to say to each other?"
"Yes." Megan subconsciously bit her lower lip to calm herself down. Her rosy lips looked even more beautiful and attractive because of her move
