Chapter 8
Alessio Giordano
"Ivy's here," Dante informed me when I got close to the hall.
"She's not supposed to be back now," I muttered and pushed my way through the door.
I saw her seated on one of the chairs by the long meeting table. Legs folded, picking her fingers.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice laced with its usual coldness.
She looked up and held back a smile.
"Is that a way to welcome your fiance? We haven't seen for three months now and you don't look like you missed me." She complained.
I had no time for women's problems, I had better things to do with my time.
"I told you I have been busy," I replied, already sick of the discussion.
"You've been too busy to pick up my calls or reply to my texts? You're too busy to even look at me properly! How busy ca
