Tristan's POV I walked in after a long day at the office and found Ivory in the living room, curled up on the couch, lost in sleep. A rush of concern washed over me as I moved closer, gently calling her name. "Ivory, Ivory, wake up." It took a few tries, but finally, her eyes fluttered open."You're back!" she exclaimed, surprise lighting up her face."Yes," I replied, glancing at the time. Did she really think I'd stay at the office all night?"It's late," she said, quickly sitting up on the couch."Careful Ivory!" I warned, as she almost stumbled."I was cleaning and organizing the house," she explained, rubbing her eyes. "I got tired and thought I'd rest a bit before dinner.""You don't need to worry about that," I reassured her. "I ordered us a chef for tonight," I said and I saw relief wash over her face."Let's go get ready," I said, scooping her up in my arms and heading toward the room.After a while, I received a call from my men. The chef had arrived. "Ivory, are you ready?
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