"Balfour, where are you going?"
Mara chased after the car, a tinge of disbelief shadowing her features as she realized she could not make him stay. She watched his disappearing figure with frustration, stamping her foot in vexation.
Ivy's influence on Balfour was not to be underestimated!
Meanwhile, Ivy closed her eyes, pulling the blanket over her head. In the confines of her small ward, she found a fleeting sense of security.
“Maybe it's best to pretend none of this ever happened,” she mused, trying to convince herself that the fluttering heartbeats she felt for him were nothing but a dream, best forgotten.
But no sooner had she settled into her cocoon of denial than her blanket fortress was abruptly torn away.
"Are you out of your mind? Trying to suffocate yourself?" Balfour's voice cut through the silence.
Ivy's pupils dilated in surprise—she could not fathom why Balfour had returned after leaving. Caught in her disheveled state, her gaze flickered, uncertain.
"Why are you back? Weren't you supposed to take Mara home?"
Balfour himself was not sure how to explain his return. He was worried about leaving Ivy alone in the hospital despite having arranged for a nurse to look after her.
When Mara had walked in, Balfour sensed something off in Ivy's demeanor, suspecting she still felt unwell.
But if she was still unwell, why keep it to herself?
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