Matthew had kept Ivy by his side every single day for the past few days.
He took her skiing, spoiled her with endless expensive gifts, and even stood beneath the stars with her, staring at her bright yet fake smile.
A random thought suddenly flashed through his mind—if Clara were there with him, she would smile just as brightly, but every bit of that joy would be real.
But his brief daze was immediately cut short by Ivy's clingy, whining voice.
When Matthew spotted a new dessert shop by the roadside, he instinctively told the driver to pull over.
"Ivy, don't you love chocolate mousse? I heard this shop makes the best pastries in the city. Want some?"
"Matthew, how could you forget? Chocolate triggers my severe anaphylaxis—even a tiny bite could kill me. What's gotten into you lately?
