"Mr. Woods, your water," Butler Rupert said politely, placing a glass in front of Taylor.
But Taylor… didn't move.
He simply sat there, staring blankly ahead, still deeply traumatized by the turn of events that had nearly cost him his life.
So this is what it feels like… when your life almost ends…
Taylor swore he had just seen his entire life flash before his eyes.
If Leo hadn't called out his name at that exact moment, he would've been a gone case.
A framed photo with a black ribbon. Maybe even a dramatic funeral speech.
Taylor couldn't help but shuddered at the thought.
Just as he was starting to recover, his eyes accidentally met Ivy's.
Sharp. Calm. Unbothered.
"..."
Then, like a man possessed, he lunged for the glass.
Gulp.
Gulp gulp gulp.
Taylor drank the water as if it were his last chance at survival—because, frankly, it felt like it.
God forbid he delayed and she changed her mind.
Meanwhile, Ivy watched him with a faint frown, clearly puzzled.
