Ivy’s POV
Something was wrong.
I could feel it.
My father hadn’t called me back since our last conversation, and that wasn’t like him. He always followed up, always checked in. Especially when something felt… off.
I tried not to dwell on it as I stood in front of my vanity, blending foundation into my skin. I needed to focus. We had an important meeting today about the lawsuit, and I couldn't afford distractions.
Still, that nagging feeling sat in the pit of my stomach.
“Ivy,” Leo’s deep voice rumbled behind me before I felt the familiar warmth of his arms wrapping around my waist. He pulled me against his chest, his head dropping to rest on my shoulder. “Do you really have to go?”
I let out a small laugh, tilting my head slightly to glance at him. His hold was firm, alm
