Chapter 118 Sixty Seconds

Ivan smiled. He supported himself on Catherine's sides, inexplicably bringing a smile to his face. During the first bend, Ivan seemed to casually control his movements just right. Get a little closer, and Catherine would explode. Move a little further away, and the ambiguous atmosphere would disappear. Ivan leaned close to Catherine's ear and whispered, "I'm sorry, Miss Catherine, my physical condition may not be as good as Locke's, please forgive me." Warm breath brushed against Catherine's ear, making her ears turn red. She forced herself to maintain a lazy expression, trying to remain calm. Catherine tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on Ivan's arms, avoiding looking at the face that gave her strange feelings. Ivan's face must have been sculpted by God himself. His cheeks were smooth like polished marble, with a high nose bridge, deep-set eye sockets, and long eyelashes that gave him a particularly melancholic and elegant look when they drooped dow