His Eagle Eyes on Me

Ivy nodded. "If we were together, you would have to come with me to Aryadelle."

Lucas shook his head.

"Don't reject me now. My family isn't that difficult to get along with. They are very nice and are very respectful of my wishes. They wouldn't have allowed me to come here to see you if they didn't respect me." Lucas nodded. "It's great to see that you are doing well, but I won't leave this country."

This place was his home; his mother was still here, so he would never leave. In truth, his attachment to this land was not as deep as others' love for their countries, but even so, he was unwilling to leave his country for a woman.

Lucas had always been a prideful man, and even if Ivy's family was wealthy, he could not possibly trade his dignity for money.

"Let's not talk about this for now. After being apart for so long, let's just treat each other as friends!" Ivy was extremely optimistic, and her smile was radiant and bright.

Lucas nodded in agreement.

Ivy leaned closer to him and said, "Mister Lucas."

"Don't tease me," Lucas said in resignation.

Ivy burst into laughter. "It's been so long since I called you 'Mister Lucas.' It feels a bit awkward."

"Stop calling me that. I've already left the Woods family."

"Then what should I call you? Should I continue calling you Mr. Woods?"

"Call me whatever. Just not that."

"I went to your school before, you know? I left you a message on the wishing plaque," Ivy happily shared.

Lucas sighed. "I know. You're quite creative for throwing the wishing plaque into the headmistress' suggestion box."

Ivy laughed heartily. "That was Uncle Mike's idea. He said the wishing tree had too many plaques, so he took me to put my wishing plaque in the suggestion box. He said the staff usually don't open that box." "Your uncle was wrong. The headmistress' assistant came looking for me not long after," he said.

"Well, it wasn't you who put it in, so they didn't give you a hard time, did they?" Ivy asked.

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Ivy's laughter grew louder. "Did you guess it was me who wrote it? Were you startled?"

Lucas retorted, "You seem to enjoy pranking me, huh?"

"Honestly, I didn't want you to forget me."

"I couldn't forget. After all, your scar at that time was hard to forget."

Ivy burst into laughter. "Why don't you just go ahead and say that I was ugly?"

"I once thought about that. Girls with

scars on their faces often lack confidence, yet you were not like that. I thought that you were a strong girl, but I never suspected the scar was fake. It's no wonder that you seem so optimistic."

"Is that what you think of me?"

"What else am I supposed to think?" he asked.

"My grandma said that I am smart and capable!"

"I never said you weren't those things," Lucas retorted.

"Fine. My cooking skills have gotten rusty, though," Ivy said.

"I can tell."

"Everet mend my family, they

won't let me do any house chores, and since I got into university, I've been so caught up with studying that I don't have time to do chores." en.swhovels.net

"You don't have to do any chores for me from now on," Lucas said.