Betty's POV

A strange feeling crawled up my spine as I stared at him. It wasn’t just a surprise anymore.

Was he… stalking me?

Ivan didn’t answer immediately. His gaze was calm, almost unreadable, as it shifted past me to the house I had just walked out of. He studied it like he was memorising every detail, completely ignoring my question.

My fingers tightened around my purse.

“Why did you take so long?” he finally asked, his voice low and controlled. “It’s past midnight.”

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