Ivy was apathetic and never touched the coffee cup with milk foam on top.

Wyatt, seated across from her, observed this and pushed his unfinished coffee to her.

Ivy raised her eyebrows in confusion.

Wyatt laughed. His flirtatious gaze appeared so gentle in the eyes of outsiders. “I have not yet touched it. This cup contains no milk.”

Liam chuckled softly and regarded the coffee cup in front of him. “Oh, I have Ms. Morgan’s cup. This is not ABC’s carelessness, right?”

Avery’s heart was pounding. She felt as though a boulder was crushing her chest. Previously, she did not inquire about the preferences of her superiors and simply assumed...