A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 8

"What the hell?" Ivy muttered under her breath, staring at the door that had just slammed shut

She couldn't believe Rosie just threatened her. For what? Why?

her.

She'd barely steady her nerves when the door opened again. Bracing herself for Rosie, she relaxed when she saw it wasn't h

"Hello, ma'am, I'm Monica" An elderly woman entered with a warm smile.

"Hi, Monica. I'm Ivy. Silas's..." she trailed and cleared her throat. "Nice to meet you."

"Yes, ma'am" Monica nodded. "I just came to introduce myself as your personal maid. If you need anything. I'm here for you."

Monica's smile was sweet-a sheer contrast to Rosie's, and it made Ivy feel comforted. "Thank you very much."

"The rest of the staff would come by to introduce themselves. Mr. Stone said to tell you he's waiting for you downstairs."

"Alright, I'll be there." Ivy smiled.

Monica nodded and left. Ivy inhaled deeply, counting to ten before making her way downstairs. To her dismay. Rosie was still there.

"How do you like your room?" Silas asked, seated exactly where he'd been earlier.

"I didn't think you'd find your way so easily."

"Oh, it was easy." Ivy replied, sitting down.

"I remember how many times Kim got lost in this house, Rosie said with a loud laugh, tossing her head back.

"Ah, yes," Silas chuckled, though his eyes shifted with something sharp.

Ivy knew what Rosie was trying to do. "I met Monica," she said, changing the subject. "She's such a sweet lady."

"Yes, she is," Silas agreed. "So, I wanted Rosie to help you with shopping-to help pick some beautiful dresses." His eyes flicked briefly to Ivy's gown, and she felt heat on her cheeks.

She didn't want Rosie tagging along. "I know-

"Im sure Ivy knows her way around," Rosie interrupted, her tone tinged with disdain. "She is a socialite-or at least used to be. She doesn't need my help.

Ivy ignored Rosie's dig. "I know my way around good stores."

Rosie scoffed and Ivy sent her a look.

reaching for Ivy's thigh. "But Rosie is very skilled in that department. She could help you navigate or even call some stores ahead." He

don't have the time to follow your. Ivy around,

she

Rosie, Silas smiled, his hand rubbing Ivy's

by Silas's touch, but she managed a

a black card. “Here, shop as much as you like," he

widened

voice diminishing. "I

now," Silas said firmly,

running down her spine

weaved, a flash of discomfort crossing her face. "Very

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Chapter 8

follow you, in case you

"Who's Bud?" Ivy asked.

He was the one who found

"Oh, Ivy whispered.

why Silas was treating her like a complete idiot, especially with Rosie still in the room. Did he really think she couldn't handle shopping on her

herself saying. "You're so kind, Silas. But I don't need your bodyguard hovering around me. I don't want to give the impression that I'm

forehead. "A gold digger? Who would dare say

glanced at Rosie as she spoke.

and she

destroy anyone who dares call you

desire, stupidity, or desperation to prove something to Rosie, but Ivy walked over to Silas and placed a small kiss on his lips. "I

to be light-meaningless-yet it sent shock waves

conceal his

the heat on her cheeks. "I should be on my way

Silas said. "Later tonight, we'll be having a family dinner

who had been silent, suddenly

with subtle satisfaction. "Bye," she said, walking out of

Once outside, Ivy exhaled.

hell was that? That was so unlike her. Still,

& Styles. She pulled

Tang

Her aunt was

Aunt May," Ivy said,

are you?" May asked, concern evident in her

"I'm good."

much has happened today, and

aunt meant but wasn't going to admit