Ivy Holden avoided Jensen Morrison's intense gaze and said with her head lowered, "I need to figure out how to live on my own before I can be sure what kind of person I want to spend the rest of my life with."
Hearing this, Jensen Morrison let out a soft sigh of relief. "Okay. I'll wait for you."
"Huh?" Ivy thought he would be angry. Even if he didn't lose his temper, she'd expected him to at least question her.
"What do you mean, 'huh'? Silly girl." Jensen Morrison brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. "It's already twelve-thirty. Aren't you hungry?"
Ivy Holden rubbed her empty stomach and nodded. "Hungry."
"Let's go, I'll take you out for a feast." Jensen Morrison grabbed her wrist, and they left the media room together.
"I want to eat hot pot," Ivy Holden said suddenly.
"On a hot day like this... Fine, hot pot it is." Jensen Morrison agreed after a moment's hesitation. 'Who cares if it's hot? We can just blast the AC. Being happy is what matters most.'
