“What are you doing, Aaron? Put me down!” Ivy whispered urgently. “If Dad or Mom sees us—”

Aaron ignored her and continued walking upstairs with her in his arms.

“Grandpa already saw us like this,” Ivy said, growing anxious. “What must he be thinking?”

“You should’ve listened to me earlier,” Aaron replied calmly. “Now, let them think whatever they want.”

“Aaron,” she muttered, flustered, but he carried her straight to her room and sat down on the edge of her bed ...