"You—!"

Marcus glared at her, fighting the urge to flip the table.

But he held back. His forehead veins bulged in frustration as he gritted his teeth and said,

"Yeah, sure, other guys are good-looking. Why don’t you just keep staring at him then?"

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed off.

Ivy had no idea why he was being so petty.

But she wasn’t the kind to just take it lying down either. Furious, she ...