"Alright then," Ivy conceded, sliding out of the car with a sigh.
When she got out of the car, she misstepped and stumbled forward.
But Balfour was quick, catching her by the shoulders before she face-planted onto the sidewalk.
Once steady, Ivy looked up to find herself mere inches from Balfour's gaze.
Suddenly, her heart was racing.
She hastily regained her balance and stepped back, putting some distance between them, and mumbled a flustered, "Thanks."
"Focus," Balfour replied, glancing at his now empty hand, his expression unreadable.
Trailing behind Balfour, Ivy kept replaying that moment of close contact. So close that she could see Balfour’s flawless skin, the thick, long eyelashes...
She patted her chest, willing her heartbeat to slow down.
At this rate, she feared he might hear it while walking beside her.
"Something wrong with your heart?"
"No, nothing."
Ivy had gotten out of the car and, with Balfour by her side, entered the hospital.
The nurse cleaned her wound, applied some ointment, and wrapped it up neatly.
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