Once she thought it was Mario Jensen, but she never found that feeling in him, so she automatically assumed that the childhood dependency had just changed its flavor as they matured.
Now she's sure; he's not the same person!
"Ivy..."
Seeing Ivy Aretha lost in a trance, her gaze scattered on the bouquet of natural osmanthus flowers on the table, a faint sense of distance enveloped her - she seemed somewhat unfamiliar.
"Your top priority now is to take care of yourself during the pregnancy. If there's anything you need help with, Michael will take care of it. If you want to find that little boy, you can ask Michael to help you find him too. I think..."
"Michael?"