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.

elders have always emphasized

whose values and thoughts are questionable. I advise you to keep your

contempt turned Ivy into

stamped her feet and fled, crying

L A ‘s L I B R A

at Tilda, the coldness on his face

the glasses on the ground, he bent down to pick

to pick it up at the same time,

contact gave Lyndon pause, and he turned his head to

slightly. She withdrew

them to her, only to find Tilda wiping

He was dumbfounded.

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