"I should go," Ivy said. She hugged her arms around herself.
"It's late," Winn said.
"I still should go. I can't stay here. You're confusing me, distracting me," Ivy said. She turned toward the door.
"From what? What is it that's holding you back, Ivy?" Winn asked, throwing his hands into the air, pacing just a fraction of the space between them. "Come on, sugar, tell me what it is."
"Nothing,"
"You know what…" Winn said, stepping closer. "In a few months, I won't be married anymore. The divorce will be done. I do not plan on giving Mr. Young and Handsome the time to keep you for long." He smirked.
"You can sleep in any of the bedrooms. I'll call your uncle to send your driver with a change of clothes in the morning."
Winn walked up the stairs after that, heading to his bedroom. She listened to his footsteps fade and felt an ache settle in her chest, a longing she couldn't articulate.
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