Ivy stammered, her guilty conscience written all over her face.

Ethan tilted his head slightly, as if trying to peek into her study. Ivy immediately stepped in front of him, blocking his view.

“Still busy?” he asked calmly.

“Almost done,” Ivy replied. “Just a little more to go.”

In reality, she had finished writing the draft in two hours; all that was left was some proofreading.

“Don’t drink so much tea. ...