As the car glided through the night, Victor's skilled hands navigated the winding roads, leading them back to the penthouse. Ivy's gaze drifted out the window, her mind replaying the magical moments in the rose garden.
But soon, her attention shifted to the man beside her. Victor's profile, illuminated by the dashboard lights, seemed chiseled from granite. Ivy's heart skipped a beat as she recalled his heartfelt confession.
With a mischievous grin, Ivy leaned in, her voice husky.
"Mr. Blackwood, you're quite the romantic," she teased.
Victor's eyes never left the road, but a hint of a smile played on his lips.
"And you're quite the temptress, Miss Ivy," he retorted.
Ivy's laughter filled the car, her eyes sparkling.
"You're quite the romantic, Mr. Blackwood," she whispered, her eyes sparkling.
Victor's gaze remained on the road, but a hint of a smile played on his lips.