"Ivor, I only wanted to apologize to Jocelyn, but she... she called me a cheap whore. Said I wasn't fit to touch her things. I don't want the gallery anymore. I don't even need a title. I just want to stay by your side!"
Ivor crossed the room in three strides and helped Nellie to her feet. When he lifted his gaze, his eyes burned with fury. He couldn't understand why, even after handing Nellie over for Jocelyn to deal with as she pleased, she still wasn't satisfied. Wasn't that already the biggest concession he could make?
"I've bent over backwards trying to make you happy. I've laid the finest things in all of Harbor City at your feet, and all you can see is the man who gave you that gallery!"
"Nellie doesn't even ask for a title. All she wants is to stay quietly by my side. So fine. From now on, I won't waste another ounce of effort trying to please you."
He pulled out the private seal that should have been mailed to the lawyer and held it up in front of Jocelyn's face.
"Still waiting for Daddy to come save you? He settled with me a long time ago. I gave him shipping rights to three of Harbor City's docks, and he told me himself he would never help you file for divorce."