Wyatt’s face froze for a split second after Ivy finished speaking.
However, it only lasted a fraction of a second.
His lips curled gently as he lifted his slender fingers to brush away some strands of her hair that the wind around her ear had blown up.
Ivy immediately tilted her head away from him.
He drew his hand back. His voice was hoarse and low, but his eyes were soft and tender.
“Really? Well… That doesn’t stop me from treating you to lunch.”
Ivy inhaled deeply. ‘Why is he stuck to my shoe like a bloody bubblegum that I can’t get rid of?!’
“However, I don’t want to eat with you. Mr. Reed, you need to be more sensible.”
Wyatt’s pupils constricted. His smile widened gradually, and his voice became gentle and mellow.
“I’m not sensible.”
Ivy’s chest felt stuffy because she was
