Chapter 18: The Annoucement

The next day, Ivy slowly opened her eyes on a soft, expansive bed. Barely moving, she felt an all-encompassing weakness and a vague soreness throughout her body. "Awake?" Cecil emerged from the bathroom, clad only in a towel, with water dripping from his damp hair. His usually magnetic voice grated on Ivy's ears for the first time. Ivy turned her head away, unwilling to face Cecil. The events of the previous night were crystal clear in her memory. "Still angry?" Cecil approached, casually picking up Ivy's clothes from a nearby rack and tossing them on the bed, his gaze softening. "You are my fiancée. Sooner or later, I was bound to touch you." "I'm not your fiancée," Ivy retorted with a scowl, unabashedly dressing in front of him. "I'm your antidote." Cecil remained silent, well aware that losing one's virginity in such a manner would upset any woman. "I'm giving you the day off. No need to work today." Cecil began dressing himself, dropping the towel without a care as Ivy avoide