God… why aren't they leaving already?!
Ivy cried internally while continuing to listen to the growing gossip outside the room.
She had actually woken up the moment Jenny entered earlier.
But before Ivy could sit up and explain the misunderstanding, another maid arrived… then another… and somehow an entire audience had formed outside the door within minutes.
At that point, escaping was impossible.
So, in pure survival instinct, Ivy buried her face against Xander's chest and pretended to stay asleep.
Unfortunately, that only made things worse.
Much, much worse.
Because now the staff's imagination had completely spiraled out of control.
Another Young Master? Seriously?! Ivy screamed internally. These people already planned our future children in under five minutes!
Meanwhile, she remained trapped on the tiny couch beside Xander, painfully aware that one wrong movement would send her crashing straight onto the floor.
And honestly?
