Even though she may be detested by Ivan, Ivan's voice was still etched in her heart.
Megan couldn't help but quietly raise her head, and then she saw Ivan shaking hands with Gael.
Two years had passed, but he didn’t seem to have changed. He was still handsome.
Ivan was wearing a light-colored windbreaker with his sleeves swaying gently in the wind.
Megan felt like she couldn't breathe. Even though Ivan was cold and even indifferent to her in her memory, Megan could never hate him.
In fact, he didn't do anything wrong. He just said what he saw.
It was just that in Ivan's mind, Megan had always been unpleasant.
After Ivan and Gael exchanged greetings, a childish, tender voice came out of the car. "Daddy."
Ivan took Sherlyn out of the car.
Megan's hands were shaking with excitement
