To Jensen Morrison, the departure of Diana Morgan, that toxic woman, was a cause for universal celebration. Even if they weren't setting off fireworks, they should at least pop a bottle of champagne. He truly couldn't understand why Ivy Holden was so reluctant to see her go.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Ivy Holden asked nervously, grabbing onto Jensen Morrison.
"Not at all. I feel great," Jensen Morrison said, flexing his arm with a look of sheer delight.
"Okay." Ivy Holden nodded. 'Diana Morgan said he'll be fine as long as he doesn't drink. In that case, I'll just have to cut off King Morrison's alcohol supply.'
"Ivy," Jensen Morrison said, clutching Ivy Holden's hand.
Ivy Holden's heart skipped a beat. 'Oh no, don't tell me the Love Spell is acting up now!'
"What is it?" Ivy Holden tried to pull her hand back, but couldn't.
"Want to ditch everyone?" Jensen Morrison glanced toward a small path.
Ivy Holden was immediately intrigued. "Can we do that?"
