Chapter 144. Mark on My Wrist

Ivanna Pov's 

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I sighed and was about to go towards my room when Christian held my wrist. I rolled my eyes and looked at him, only to find him glaring at me.

"You know he was using you to make Aana jealous, right?" He asked, clenching his jaw. Screw me, I'm finding his angry side so hot.

"I know" I replied and gulped looking at his sharp jawline… How can someone be this hot and have a killer look? I'm sure god must have taken an immense time to create him.

"Then why did you let him use you?" He snarled.

"I don't want to come between them, not now nor before. When I proposed to him, I didn't know that he was in a relationship with someone else. All I wanted to save" I clamped up, realising I was again speaking more than required.

'You wanted to?"

"All I wanted was to get rid of you and Stefan. I wanted you both to stop bothering me." I lied and freed my wrist from his grip.

"You can't lie to me, Ivanna" My eyes widened heari