Kate usually appeared aloof and unapproachable, her eyes devoid of emotion. But now, her gaze burned with intensity, adding a touch of reality and warmth.
In Ivy's eyes, this was irresistibly endearing.
However, Ivy knew when to quit while ahead; saying more might truly upset Kate.
"I was wrong; I was just kidding," Ivy hooked her pinky finger around Kate's. "I'm just so happy you're jealous—it means you like me and care about me."
"I never said that," Kate replied.
Ivy pretended not to hear, continuing, "You can tell me next time. Otherwise, I won't know if you're upset, and it might harm your health."
"If you don't want to go out, then go to bed," Kate said.
Her tone carried obvious annoyance, but not genuine anger—more like a child losing an argument and starting to speak without thinking.
"Go to bed now? But we haven't even had dinner." A hint of bashfulness appeared on Ivy's face. "If you insist, of course, we can."