C445 There Was a Fight

I stood up and grabbed him by the collar.

This question has been bothering me for a year, and I really want to know why. Every time I see Jorrell, I want to ask this question, but I can't. I don't want him to know that I haven't forgotten him until now.

"Ellie, you're drunk. I'm not Jorrell, I'm Devine."

Devine took away my hand from his collar and reminded her coldly