It was the most absurd thing Ivanka had ever heard.
As she stood there, alone in that garden with her estranged husband, she gave him the look of a man who had lost his mind. A man who was still in envy towards his brother and would say anything just to bring him down.
That was how he seemed in her eyes, or rather, wanted him to seem in her eyes. For a long time, she maintained a silence devoid of emotions, not knowing the right words to utter.
Finally, she chuckled.
"You've lost your mind, haven't you?" Although, her eyes mirrored fear.
"You think I have?" Baxter took two steps towards her. "Well why do you think he suddenly gave you some distance a week ago? You seriously thought he had no specific reason for doing that? For pushing you away?"
Ivanka's brows furrowed in puzzlement.
