Chapter 121
- Margeaux’s POV
- I didn’t expect the night to stretch like it did.
- After dinner, Ivan walked me to my car like a proper gentleman, but neither of us made a move to say goodbye. Instead, we just stood there, awkwardly smiling like teenagers. The soft glow from the restaurant's overhead lamps kissed his sharp features, and I knew—I wasn’t ready to end it. And neither was he.