"So Ivy, you're saying that in your heart, it's me, isn't it?"
Michael Gordon lowered his head, his hands on her face, which was still beautiful despite being wrapped in gauze, gently caressing her. "No, it's that you like me!"
"Cough, cough!"
Ivy couldn't stand the burning gaze of the man in front of her, as if he wanted to swallow her whole. She deliberately avoided his eyes and turned away from him, but her face turned unnaturally red.
Without getting any answer, Michael saw Ivy's shy and charming appearance, but still stubbornly refusing to admit it. His mood suddenly brightened, the corners of his lips lifted with a charming curve. The words of his beloved daughter, "Not allowed in until the marriage certificate is obtained," suddenly filled his mind, and his heart suddenly opened up.
Now that her body was fine and she couldn't move easily, it was indeed a good opportunity!
"Ivy, I love you. Let's get married!"
