Ivy’s expression shifted, quickly masking her previous boldness.

“Lyndon.”

“Miss Ivy Larson, I hardly know you. Please address me as Mr. Fernandez.”

Lyndon released Ivy’s wrist and uttered in a frigid tone.

Ivy extended her hand to grasp his, her expression one of distress.

“Lyndon, I truly have feelings for you, so I…”

Lyndon’s icy gaze met hers, the chill in his eyes causing Ivy’s hand to freeze midair. Eventually, she pulled back her hand in an awkward motion.

status. My elders have always emphasized the importance of marrying

I cannot consider a woman whose values and thoughts are questionable. I advise you

contempt turned Ivy into

feet and fled, crying in

N G E L A ‘s L

glance at Tilda, the coldness on his face

on the ground, he bent down to pick them

up at the same time, their hands

gave Lyndon pause, and he turned

She withdrew

them to her, only to find

He was dumbfounded.

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