Ivy suddenly felt like a teenager with her first crush after hearing Xander openly admit that he wanted to take their relationship seriously.
Not that she would have let him back out after everything that had happened between them.
Raven had always been the type to live life on her own terms. She hated being tied down and rarely let herself become attached to anyone.
But when it came to the people she truly cared about, she never hesitated.
And that was exactly what had happened with Xander.
It had taken one night—and perhaps one drink too many—for her to finally sort through her feelings.
Does that mean we’re actually... together?
The thought made her glance toward him.
Xander was staring out the window, seemingly lost in thought.
Even from the side, he looked ridiculously handsome.
A smile spread across her face.
Then another.
And another.
Why does this feel so nice?
The warmth blooming inside her chest was impossible to ignore.
"Ivy."
The sound of her name immediately pulled her from her thoughts.
She turned toward him, her smile still firmly in place.
Meanwhile, the driver sitting in the front seat fought the urge to sigh.
Is Madam still intoxicated?
After everything he had witnessed over the past twelve hours, he genuinely wasn’t sure.
Last night, he had gone out of his way to avoid invading their privacy. Fortunately, Xander had been quick to get Ivy inside the penthouse and shut the door behind them.
Still, the memory alone was enough to make the driver shake his head internally.
In all the years he had worked for Xander, he had never seen the man so affected by anyone.
For a long time, everyone had assumed Xander was practically immune to romance.
Then Ivy had come along and proven them all wrong.
The driver wisely kept his attention on the road.
In the back seat, Ivy scooted a little closer to Xander.
"Yes?" she asked.
To her embarrassment, even hearing him say her name now made her heart flutter.
When Xander finally turned to look at her, her pulse skipped a beat.
His eyes softened ever so slightly.
A look that very few people in the world ever got to see.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Xander raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
Ivy blinked.
"Like what?"
"Like you’ve won the lottery."
A laugh escaped her lips.
"Maybe I did."
Xander narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Should I be worried?"
"Definitely."
His expression immediately turned wary.
Which only made Ivy laugh harder.
"Anyway, what were you saying?" Ivy asked, setting aside her teasing from earlier.
Xander had been meaning to talk to her about the incident at the academy. Last night, she had been too intoxicated for a serious conversation, so he had decided to wait until morning.
"It’s about Leo."
The moment his name came up, Ivy froze.
"Leo?"
She suddenly remembered that he hadn’t replied to any of her messages.
"Wait."
Startled, she quickly reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.
"Xander, do you think Leo is ignoring me because I told him I’d be late home" she asked as she checked her unanswered messages for what felt like the hundredth time.
Still nothing.
Not a single reply.
The smile on her face slowly faded.
When she looked up, she noticed Xander’s expression had turned noticeably colder.
The sight made her stomach tighten.
After Lola’s strange apology the previous night, Xander had instructed Taylor to look into what she had meant.
Lola wasn’t the type to apologize without a reason.
And whatever she had been referring to, he doubted it was anything good.

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