Chapter 363 Marriage Proposal
- The penthouse sat forty floors above the harbour, quiet enough to hear the ice shift in a glass.
- Ivy came out of the kitchen in cotton shorts and an old grey t-shirt, with her hair pulled up in a clip. No makeup, and bare feet on the wooden floor.
- She handed Tyler a drink and folded onto the couch beside him with her knees tucked under. She looked more like herself than she had all afternoon.