Chapter 23

• Ivy
• The room didn't look like Dillon's mansion. I scrutinized the whole place, it was a glass house. There was a deep blue sea in front of it and the blue sky did nothing but make it look as if I was in another world. I was captivated by the sight. How did I get here?" I rhetorically asked inwardly and opened the exit door. A swaying aroma wafted in my nose as I opened the door, absentmindedly, I trailed the scent to the kitchen. And there, I saw Dillon busy preparing breakfast. The sight was intriguing.
• He was wearing a blue apron on his bare chest. My stomach squirmed happily, not because of the food, but because of Dillon. He looked appetizing.