But Tilda didn't seem particularly interested in Lyndon, remaining composed and reserved during their encounter.

Lyndon brushed Ivy's hand away and whispered, "What is going on?"

With a bashful smile, Ivy inquired, "Hey Lyndon, can you hang out tomorrow? I want to treat you to a meal."

"I'm afraid I can't make it," Lyndon replied.

“How about the day after tomorrow?" Ivy inquired once more.

With a sharp gaze, Lyndon cut to the chase, asking, “Miss Larson, do you have a crush on me?"

Feeling exposed, Ivy nervously adjusted a strand of hair by her ear and told Lyndon, "You're so straightforward sometimes, Lyndon. I..

“I'm sorry, I'm not into you. Please don't invest your time in pursuing me."

Lyndon cut her off and walked away.

Ivy's smile vanished, and she quickly called after him.

"Lyndon, what's the matter? Aren't we getting along? Since Rosanna is no longer with us, it's time for you to find someone and start your own family. Our families are also close friends, and my family background may be more suitable for you than Rosanna's. Lyndon, won't you consider marrying me?"

When Ivy brought up Rosanna, Lyndon's face showed a slight shift in expression, but he quickly returned to his usual indifference.

“Miss Larson, you should maintain your grace."

After saying this, he continued walking, but Ivy stopped him again.

Growing impatient, Lyndon's tone turned chilly as he asked, “Do I need to say more harsh words?"

Faced with his rejection, Ivy asked desperately, "Do you have feelings for Rosalynn?"

Lyndon's expression darkened further.

"My feelings are a private affair. It's not your concern whom I'm fond of."

Having spoken those words, he didn't Linger further and walked away with a distinct, cold demeanor enveloping him.

Ivy was frustrated and felt like stomping her feet.