"Can you understand me?"
Lucas was still frowning, because he was worried that for the sake of this heart, Ivette would eventually go in a different direction.
However, to his surprise, she forced a smile and nodded, "I understand, and thank you for understanding me. Thank you for lying me for so long. I won't have any feelings for you. I just..."
Her eyes fell on his chest, as if she was immersed in a kind of emotion. Sadness enveloped her, which made Lucas very reluctant to see.
"If you are willing to treat me as your George, you'd better call me George. I don't mind."
It was just a name. Lucas never cared about it. Especially now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, he was calmer and he had no worries.
"Really?"
Ivette was overjoyed. She clenched her fists, afraid that she might have misheard him. She didn't completely believe him until she saw he nodded seriously.