"How could you do that?" Ivy Holden stared at Jensen Morrison, astonished.
"What? He was being completely unreasonable. Was I supposed to just let him get away with it?" Jensen Morrison shot back.
"You're too violent. If we ever have kids, I'm definitely not letting you raise them..." The moment the words left her mouth, Ivy Holden realized she'd spoken out of turn. She quickly slapped her mouth. "Ugh! What am I even saying?!"
"HA HA HA..." Phoebe Buck was the first to burst out laughing.
"Phoebe, drink some water." Gene Aldrin, stifling a laugh, pressed a bottle of mineral water into Phoebe Buck's hand.
Jensen Morrison, however, grabbed Ivy Holden's hand, his voice full of concern. "Why did you hit yourself? Does it hurt?"
"You... let go! Leave me alone!" Ivy Holden wrenched her hand free.
