Ivelle frowned a little irritated. "Jordan, you go and mind about your own affairs. I am not in the mood to quarrel with you now!"

He looked dreadfully gloomy. "Don't you have time to quarrel with me?" His voice was dreadfully cold. "What, do you have time to cherish the aftertaste and appreciate the garbage sent to you by Liam?"

Because he was angry, the strength of his body as a man was so overpowering that he pressed on her so hard that Ivell could hardly breathe. "Jordan, you're hurting me!"

He did not let go but softened his strength. "Do you still know the pain?"

This man is simply...