Fated to Love You Again (Shawn and Norah)

Chapter 189 Yes, Ivan Holland Was Jealous

Chapter 189 Yes, Ivan Holland Was Jealous

Vivian Lynn pursed her lips and remained silent.

She felt so aggrieved at the moment that she didn't want to speak to him at all.

Meanwhile, Ivan Holland made a gloomy face, feeling that he was being driven crazy by her.

At that moment, a dead silence seeped into the fitting room.

It was eerily quiet.

Perhaps hearing the commotion just now, the woman who was trying on clothes inside hastily rushed

out without even changing into her clothes properly.

Seeing that Ivan was not in the hall, she immediately looked at Norah and shouted, "Where's Ivan?

Where did you take him?"

Norah innocently spread her hands and said, "I didn't do anything, and he had gone on his own."

"He's gone? Where has he gone?" the woman asked menacingly.

Norah pointed to the door, "He had gone out. It was probably because he thought you were too slow

and dilatory."

The woman was infuriated. But when she thought about chasing after Ivan, he decided not to argue

with Norah.

At that moment, a shop assistant chased after the woman as she was about to leave, saying, "Miss,

you haven't paid for the clothes you're wearing."

"Put it on Mr. Holland's account. It's just one dress. Are you afraid I won't pay?"

"Sorry, Miss, Mr. Holland never said to put your bill on his account."

The woman immediately pulled out her card from her bag and handed it to the shop assistant.

After paying the bill, the woman left angrily with her card.

The black dress she was wearing, picked by Ivan, was truly ugly.

Even the young couple who had just entered the store were gossiping, "Her dress is so ugly, and it

makes her look fat and dark. What a poor taste!"

Norah listened and couldn't help but smirk.

Then, she took out her phone and sent an Ins message to Vivian, "Vivian, enjoy your alone time with

Mr. Holland. I'll leave first."

The fitting room was already cramped, and as Vivian heard the phone ringing, she reached out to grab

it, accidentally touching Ivan.

She immediately recoiled her hands as if being shot.

This action made Ivan extremely displeased, "Are you seriously that scared of touching me? You don't

want to be with me that badly?"

Seeing Vivian lowering her head and remaining silent, Ivan became even more furious, "Say

something!"

But the more he said, the more she ignored him and remained silent.

"Vivian Lynn..." This time, Ivan was so angry that he called her name directly.

He grabbed her wrist so tightly that her fair and tender wrist quickly turned red.

"What do you want me to say?" Finally, Vivian looked up.

As he gazed at her soft pink lips, especially with her seductive and captivating appearance in that outfit,

Ivan could no longer resist his desires. However, he had to hold back.

Being her boyfriend, he felt entitled to exercise his rights.

Lowering his head, he captured Vivian's lips tightly directly.

The whole process was quick and precise.

By the time Vivian realized she wanted to resist, he had already firmly held her body, rendering her

completely immobile.

Vivian tilted her head back, forced to endure his kiss.

He kissed forcefully, without a hint of tenderness, as if he was venting his frustration.

"Let go, you bastard. Let go of me."

"Ivan, let go of me," Vivian resisted violently.

Reluctantly, Ivan finally let her go and delicately wiped the corners of his mouth. It was a simple

gesture. But for some reason, when he did it, it exuded an extremely enchanting allure.

After tidying her messy hair and clothes, Vivian finally looked up. She stared at him with her jet-black

eyes. Although she looked stubborn, she had already reddened with tears.

"Are you crying?"

Seeing her like that, Ivan felt an indescribable heartache, and he loosened his grip.

"Who's crying? I'm not crying," Vivian immediately denied.

Ivan chuckled softly, gently lifting her chin with one hand to make her face him. With a smile on his

face, he said, "What can I do? Even when you cry, you look breathtakingly beautiful."

Admittedly, upon hearing these words, much of Vivian's anger had already dissipated.

Women are truly sensual beings. While they may get angry at times, they might forget the previous

disagreement as soon as men sweet-talked them.

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Vivian said.

Ivan, however, asserted dominantly, "Well, if I say you're beautiful, then you are."

The feeling of being unconditionally protected immediately warmed Vivian's heart.

She felt calmer and casually tugged Ivan's sleeves. "Were you just trying to sweet-talk me into not

being mad?"

Ivan countered, "Wasn't it obvious enough?"

Vivian nodded immediately.

Yes, it was obvious, very obvious.

At that moment, Ivan lowered his head, his gaze falling on the gauzy skirt that Vivian was wearing. He

suddenly got all bossy and said, "You're not allowed to wear this kind of dress anymore."

"What kind of dress? I think it looks good!" Vivian smiled and intentionally said.

Ivan's gaze grew even more serious. If he didn't restrain himself, he would rip the dress off of her and

throw it far away.

Ivan looked at the thin and scanty fabric and said, "Take a look at these tiny pieces of fabric on your

chest. What can they possibly cover?" As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Vivian's legs. "And here, it's

incredibly short."

Vivian pretended not to understand and gave a sly smile, "Is it really that short? This is just a normal

length for a skirt. Besides..."

She playfully blinked her eyes and added, "Isn't this the type of outfit that men like the most? If you saw

someone wearing it on the street, you'd probably turn your head hundreds of times."

"That's nonsense," Ivan said with a serious expression as he explained, "No man wants his woman to

be exposed to other men's gazes, and I definitely don't want that either."

He looked at Vivian and continued, "From now on, don't dress like this anymore. Do you know how the

two men outside were staring at you just now? I wish I could gouge out their eyes."

"So, Ivan, are you jealous?" Vivian asked with a smile.

"Yes, I am." he nodded and admitted it readily.

"Envious?" Vivian asked again.

Ivan shook his head, "Not to that extent. But one thing is for sure: you're the most beautiful. Only I can

see the soft part of your body, and other men won't touch even a trace of it."

"You Rascal."

"Only for you."

After finishing his words, Ivan opened the door of the fitting room and glanced around the store. Finally,

he selected a dress, handed it to Vivian, and said almost in a commanding voice, "Put this on today."

Upon seeing the dress, Vivian realized it was exceptionally conservative. It clung tightly to her body,

leaving no room for even a breath of air.

Why didn't he just use a piece of fabric to wrap her up? Why bother wearing a dress?

"I don't want to wear this," Vivian expressed her resistance.