FOR SOMETHING SHE HAS

Ivan’s POV:

Remembering Wilson, I remembered that my doll is angry with me. I immediately sprinted upstairs to our room only to see my doll sitting on the bed and reading some crime book. I don’t know whether she is making it a habit after knowing about me or she had this habit even before.

I silently went inside and sat beside her… close enough to see what word she is reading, but she didn’t move an inch nor pushed me away, and that made me happy. I tried to take the book away from her, but one glare from her made me retreat my hand.

“Doll, are you angry with me?” I asked her, same as Marina asked her.

“Yes.” Yupp… I’m not Marina. This is what I learned from her direct yes to my face.

“Doll, Mario was also with me in that plan. You should be angry with him too, along with me,” I whined, trying to know why she is angry with me alone.