"Jealous, my foot!"

Ivy fumed, arguing with him for a while longer. Seeing how he remained unbothered like a marshmallow, not getting angry no matter how much she poked at him, she got tired of talking and stormed out for water, hoping to cool down.

Only to find... Aaron and the others right outside the door.

Now, late into the night, Ivy had no energy left to argue about jealousy anymore - she just wanted to ignore him.

Following the philosophy of "if the ...