Ivy was easygoing and warm by nature.
The moment Stella left Evan, Ivy whisked her away.
“Try this. It’s good.”
She had made several dishes herself specifically to welcome Stella.
The last time Stella had been in Seaborne, Ivy had been sick, so they had never met.
Now that they finally had, Ivy liked her immediately.
“Good, right?” Ivy asked eagerly. “I told you I can cook. Amos always says everything I make tastes terrible and tells me to stop wasting ingredients.”
She sounded genuinely aggrieved.
Ivy loved cooking and had always been confident in her skills.
But according to Amos, nothing she made was edible.
After hearing that often enough, even she had started to lose confidence.
Stella smiled.
“Maybe he only says that because he doesn’t want you working so hard.”
Ivy blinked.
“Really?”
Then she shook her head.
“No. He doesn’t think that deeply. He just doesn’t like my cooking.”
As far as Ivy was concerned, Amos was not a complicated man.
Compared with Aaron, he was practically simple.
How many times had his friends taken advantage of him over the years?
He was not nearly calculating enough to come up with an excuse like that.
“You and Evan are still fighting?” Ivy asked. “He seems very worried about you.”
There was no need to explain how anxious Evan had been lately.
While Stella was hidden in Sevi Valley, he had worried constantly about her safety and whether she could adapt to the harsh conditions there.
It had been obvious that Stella was all he could think about.
That was why Ivy could not understand how the two of them had reached this point.
“Your cooking is good,” Stella said. “But if you’re about to defend Evan, you should probably stop there.”
Ivy stared at her.
“What?”

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