Chapter 78 - Color Her Doomed

Gasps all around her.

"You are such an ass!"

His hand grazed lightly over the side of his face her hand had swept across, casually running over his low black beards, before he fixed the black framed glasses he had on, that she hadn't noticed up till now. Then his hands went lower and he fixed his black tie, not giving her a response.

What was he? Some coolheaded robot? Her hand hurt like a bitch and he didn't even look shaken.

Violence wasn't Ivy's language but when it came to someone disrespecting her like this, she spoke many languages. If she had been the one offering and he had turned her down, that would be a completely difference case but he had just plain flat out insulted her for reasons that he simply assumed.

What nonsense!

"I pity the woman that has to call you husband."