Around 4 AM, Ivy handed Ethan a glass of water and stomach medicine, watching him take it.

"Of course you'd get sick eating so many pastries at once."

Just ten minutes ago, Ivy had woken up hearing Ethan getting sick in the bathroom.

Ethan was still pale, sitting in bed with his eyes closed, resting.

Ivy poured him another glass of warm water and felt his forehead.

Ethan smiled, raising an eyebrow without moving away, "Worried I'm sick?"

"If you're sick, ...