No matter how much money he earned or the power he wield, he was nothing special in Ivy's eyes.

Ethan drained the warm milk in one go. He set down the cup, and returned to his room.

A faint iris fragrance lingered in the air, it was Ivy's scent.

Ethan looked around the bedroom.

It was now filled with Ivy's belongings—her skincare products, hairbrushes, and vibrant flowers in vases.

Previously, this room was just cold and plain. But now it finally felt somewhat ...