Ethan noticed that Ivy didn't deny it, bitterness lacing his tone: "So, you two are really together?"
Until today, he had never imagined that his rival in love would be Kate.
Ivy waved her hand dismissively. "Don't talk nonsense; there's nothing between us."
Everyone seemed to share this misunderstanding, but only she knew that, for now, it was just her own one-sided infatuation. She didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble for Kate.
"Then do I still have a chance?" Ethan's hope rekindled.
Among all the people he'd met, Ivy had the most fervent and sincere gaze—a burning passion for life that seemed inimitable.
Being around her, one couldn't help but be influenced, smiling genuinely alongside her.
"What chance?" Ivy asked.
Then, realizing, she added, "Don't tell me you haven't given up on Kate yet?"
Ethan sighed. "I thought I had made it quite obvious."
Ivy replied, "She's not interested in your type."