Chapter 160 Overnight at Ivan’s Place 

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If this continued on, I felt he might start to develop feelings for me. That would make the situation go a bit out of hand. 

Just as the atmosphere remained subtly awkward, the doorbell rang. Ivan got up to answer it. I was almost done eating, so I followed him into the living room. I thought it was about time for me to leave. 

“You’re home?” Rowan’s voice came through and momentarily stunned both Ivan and me. 

Ivan glanced back at me, and I stared at the door in shock. 

Why was Rowan here? 

He must know where Ivan lived. Given their relationship, an occasional visit wasn’t unusual. But I hadn’t expected this confrontation among the three of us. 

As soon as Rowan finished speaking, his cold black eyes locked onto me. His gaze shifted as he scanned the clothes I was wearing–Ivan’s clothes. 

“Why are you here?” Rowan spoke again. His tone was filled with a dangerous edge, and his gaze grew more intense. 

“I just came for a meal,” I replied. I felt no need to explain much to Rowan. Besides, I had already finished breakfast and planned to leave. 

I turned to Ivan and said, “Dr. York, thank you for last night. I’ll head back now.” 

“Okay, take care.” Ivan remained calm. He seemed unfazed by Rowan discovering that his childhood friend and ex–wife were together. 

I nodded. I initially wanted to leave them to their battlefield of emotions, but guilt nagged at my conscience. 

Ivan had done nothing wrong, and nothing had happened between us. Olivia had just asked him to pick me up because I’d had too much to drink. I couldn’t let Rowan misunderstand and burden Ivan with unnecessary pressure. 

So I stopped and explained, “Rowan, nothing is going on between me and Ivan. Last night, I drank too much, and Olivia asked him to pick me up. Please don’t misunderstand.” My explanation seemed to fall on deaf ears. Instead of easing up, Rowan’s expression darkened further. It showed signs of an impending storm. 

“I didn’t drive. Why don’t you give me a ride?” I added. 

“I’ll take you,” Ivan said. He turned to fetch his car keys upon hearing me. 

But I stopped him. “It’s okay. Let Rowan give me a ride. It’s on his way.” 

With the way Rowan was, he couldn’t accept any hint of ambiguity between Ivan and me. Even though Rowan and I were divorced, it was still a big deal because he and Ivan were close childhood friends. 

I was genuinely concerned that this could lead to trouble for Ivan, so it was better to let Rowan leave first. 

“Alright then. I’ll head to work,” Ivan took the car keys nonetheless and told Rowan, “It’s exactly as she said. If you don’t believe it, there’s nothing more we can do.” 

Rowan’s face remained stern. His lips were tightly pursed. He didn’t say anything. He simply turned and walked away. I quickly followed him. 

Once in Rowan’s car, the atmosphere grew tense. I decided not to explain any further and simply closed my eyes to rest. 

I thought he would take me straight home. But when I opened my eyes, we were already at the hospital entrance–Ivan’s workplace.