Wyatt’s expression went unnoticed in the dim light. His face returned to its usually cold, noble, and unattainable look when Ivy pushed him back into the banquet hall.

He was shivering from head to toe.

Wyatt shifted his gaze to Ivy. His aura was contagious, and his eyes were gentle. After repressing all his emotions, his voice was calm.

“It’s all right; I can continue waiting.”

Wyatt would not give up even if there were no hope.

Ivy rolled her eyes and continued to push him forward, oblivious to his words.

Everyone could see that Ivy and Wyatt were physically and temperamentally identical from afar. The two of them appeared...