"Should I call you by your name, then? Lucas?"

Lucas instantly felt chills run down his spine. "I guess you should stick with Mr. Woods."

Ivy smiled. "I don't have your phone number, so why don't we exchange numbers? That way, I inform you when the food is ready."

"Do you have to do this?"

"I have nothing else to do, and I'm bored."

"You can go home," he said.

"I will, in a few days. You don't have to remind me. I will definitely go home."

"What exactly do you take my place for? A cafe where you can just come and go as you please? I hate people like you who don't understand boundaries."

"You said that the last time as well, but you still gave me the keys to your apartment anyway," she said.

Lucas parked his car in the parking lot, and both of them got out.

"What do you want to eat for lunch, Mr. Woods? I'll prepare it and take it to your company!" Ivy walked over to Lucas and said, "I washed the sofa covers for you, so I need to check if they've dried. If they have,