The news of Erica's early arrival in City A spread quickly through the city. Ivy and Professor Smith, who had come back empty-handed, also received invitations to attend the party. However, at almost the same time, the neighboring Potts Medical Clinic erupted in cheers. "Ivy, bring the patient's case with you tonight. Even if we can't get her to participate in the treatment, getting even a word of guidance from her will be valuable," Professor Smith was excited and had already started preparing the documents. Ivy was also thrilled but hesitated when she looked at the invitation's dress code requirements. The dress code was formal attire, and anyone not wearing formal attire would be considered disrespectful to the party and Professor Erica and wouldn't be allowed entry. With this in mind, Ivy called Professor Smith's daughter--Lilith, for help. She tried calling for a long time, but Lilith didn't answer. Ivy had no choice but to prepare to make a last-minute trip to a shopping center to buy a formal dress. Just as she was about to leave, Mr. Luke, Shawn's personal assistant, came in with Shawn. "Why did you come?" Ivy was first surprised, but she soon frowned. "Shawn, you need to rest and focus on your rehabilitation. Running around like this is not good for your recovery." "I know," Shawn smiled faintly and took a gift box from his assistant, handing it to Ivy. "I heard from Mr. Cato Alter that you're going to attend his aunt's banquet tonight. So, I borrowed a dress for you." Ivy was delighted, and she quickly opened the gift box. The wine-red dress inside, shimmering with crystal-like radiance, captivated her eyes. "This dress was worn by an artist under DT Investments for a previous event. Your body shape is similar to hers, so I asked Mr. Cato Alter to help me borrow it. It's a last-minute arrangement; you don't need to..." "How could I?" Ivy immediately cut him off. "I didn’t wear a formal dress for years. If I can borrow one, it's saving money." Shawn's eyes gleamed with even more warmth, and he said, "Quick, try it on for me." "Huh?" Ivy was briefly stunned. "No, I haven't finished work yet." "I've gone through the trouble of borrowing a dress for you, isn't there a reward for me?" Shawn smiled as he spoke. However, his eyes revealed a trace of disappointment when he saw her resistance. Professor Smith leaned in and said, "Ivy, go ahead and try it on. I've known you since we met, and you've been wearing either scrubs or white coats all this time. It's getting boring." Roland also smiled and said, "That's right, Dr. Jones. It's the first time I've seen you dressed like this, and you must be pretty." Shawn's bright eyes shone with love, and he looked down, sighing with a hint of disappointment. Behind them, Mr. Luke saw that his boss was looking displeased, quickly cleared his throat. The others finally snapped out of their daze. Ivy, distracted by his disappointment, turned her gaze away and said, "Alright, I'll try it." With reluctance, she took the dress and headed into the changing room. Surprisingly, the wine-red dress fit her quite well, and she came out without bothering to look in the mirror. "How does it look?" She walked over to the others, her white sneakers contrasting with the high heels she had just taken off. When Shawn heard her question, a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "It looks very good." He had his assistant hand her a pair of high-heeled shoes, saying, "Put these on." Ivy opened the shoebox and glanced inside, seeing Jimmy Choo... Even though she didn't usually pay attention to luxury brands, she was aware of Jimmy Choo. During her university days, many girls would admire this brand when shopping at the mall. "Is this worn by a female celebrity too?" She asked Shawn with a puzzled look, but he shook his head, openly admitting, "I bought it." Ivy hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is it expensive?" "It's not expensive. There's a client who's the Jimmy Choo regional distributor for City A, and they sold it to me at half price," Shawn explained. After all, he had to pretend to be an ordinary person. Ordinary people could still afford to buy Jimmy Choo shoes with one month's salary. While Shawn was in the midst of sharing his anecdotes, Ivy had already put on the shoes. Shawn said, "After you successfully gain Professor Alter's attention, you can have a cup of coffee together after the party. At that time, you can show her the information. I'll be waiting for you at the cafe with this bag, and you can take out the information when you need it."The bag was small, just big enough for a phone, and it was adorned with diamonds. It was lightweight and not heavy at all. Even though Ivy was a bit slow to catch on, she realized the value of this bag. She was captivated by Shawn's meticulous preparations. How did Shawn, coming from a common family, working as a common employee, know about these social etiquettes? Ivy gazed deeply at the man before her and suddenly noticed a kind of indescribable elegance in his every gesture. For a moment, she felt like she couldn't reach this level of elegance. Professor Smith's words brought Ivy back to her senses. She collected her thoughts, turned, and left. The car successfully arrived at the party venue, and as Ivy got out of the car, she looked back at the man. "So, I... I'm going in." Shawn nodded. "Act quickly and wait for your good news." "Okay." Ivy smiled and nodded slightly, then lifted her skirt and walked slowly ahead. Shawn watched her moving forward. She was walking slowly, trying hard to exude the sophistication of high society. But her careful effort and resistance made him feel unexpectedly sad and stifled. She belonged in the hospital, not here. But what about afterward? After he revealed his identity, what would she do? Would she resist her own identity? Would she resist socializing with him? Thinking about this, Shawn loosened his collar. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He didn't dare to look anymore and instructed his assistant, "Let's go." The car started to move, but Ivy suddenly turned back. "Wait!" The car stopped, and Shawn rolled down the window. He asked softly, "What's wrong?" Gasping for breath, Ivy hurried up to him, held his face with both hands, and then leaned down to kiss him.***