Chapter 797 Broke Down Countless Times

Seeing Michael’s grim expression, Ivan added, “So, you ought to explain everything to me!” “There’s nothing much to talk about.” Michael put down the glass. He had lost the mood for drinks. He did not want to tell anyone what happened that day, not because he felt humiliated by Ivanka’s treatment. It was because he did not want anyone to learn about their past. Ivan was speechless. He had wasted his breath for the past few minutes and learned nothing in return. Flummoxed, he said, “Damn you! I should’ve left you be. I have things to worry about myself!” Michael glanced at him expressionlessly. He had already given his take on Ivan’s situation. They did not need to discuss further. The two of them started drinking in silence. Once Ivan finished his last glass, he said through gritted teeth, “Sooner or later, I’ll give Sandy a taste of her own medicine!” “It’s not worth the effort.” With that, Michael stood up. “It’s getting late. Let’s head back.” They had drunk a lot, but neither of them felt tipsy. On the contrary, they were rather sober. Ivan said nothing and went back with Michael. The layouts of suites were all the same. When they returned to theirs, the living rooms were empty and illuminated by dazzling lights. Both men looked at the doors to the other bedrooms. They were silent and tightly shut. The women must have fallen asleep. Michael and Ivan said nothing. They went back to their respective rooms, showered, and went to bed. However, they had just drunk, so they were wide awake and did not feel sleepy at all. All they could think about were Ivanka and Sandy. … The next day, Ivanka woke up early in the morning. When Evan delivered their breakfast to the suite, she opened the door for him. She had already washed up. Seeing Michael step out of his room, she opened up the food containers. Both of them were still wearing pajamas. They sat facing each other at the table. Ivanka ate in silence and did not plan to speak to Michael. Meanwhile, he took a bite and lost his appetite. Ivanka merely glanced at him expressionlessly and resumed eating. She always had a good appetite and never starved herself unless she was particularly devastated. In the past three years when she was still married to Michael, she had broken down countless times. After having breakfast, she returned to her room to groom herself and get dressed. By the time she came out, Michael was no longer around. She opened the door and headed downstairs. The phone started ringing. “Ms. Lane, are you ready? We are about to adjourn.” “Okay, I’m heading downstairs.” “Alright.” Hanging up, Ivanka walked out of the hotel. When she spotted Michael’s car, she went over to the door to the front passenger seat because she did not want to get too close to him. But the seat was occupied by a plump middle-aged man. Ivanka was startled for a moment, then she went over to the backseat reluctantly and sat down beside Michael. Evan immediately introduced the stranger to her. “Ms. Lane, this is Mr. Perry. He’s in charge of Waterbridge Street.” Wyatt Perry immediately looked over at Ivanka and gave her a polite smile. “Morning, Ms. Lane.” Ivanka nodded and said with a smile, “Hi, Mr. Perry.” She was amiable, elegant, and graceful. Michael glanced at her from the corner of his eye.