Ivy held the spoon in front of Joshua, waiting for him to drink the soup. Though Joshua was capable of drinking it on his own, he liked the attention he was getting from his girl. He liked how she was fretting over everything related to him and how she cared for him. Even though Ivy had not revealed her emotions, he could grasp what she felt for him. She loved him more than he had thought, and her eyes said it all.
Ivy noticed Joshua observing her, not making an effort to drink the soup. Her hand was still in the air, the spoon right in front of his lips. She frowned as she stared back at the man in confusion. "Is everything alright? Don't you like the soup? Is it not to your liking? Do you want me to prepare something else?"
