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.

thigh. "But Rosie is very skilled in that department. She could help you navigate or even call some stores ahead." He turned to

"I don't have the time to follow

she

Rosie, Silas smiled, his

distracted by Silas's touch, but she managed a smile. "Yes, thank you,

wallet and pulled out a black card. “Here, shop as much

eyes widened

she can handle that?" Roste asked, her voice diminishing. "I mean,

firmly,

softly, a shiver running down her spine under hist gaze She turned to Rosie, not hiding her disapproval "And don't worry-I know how

flash of discomfort

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Chapter 8

in case

"Who's Bud?" Ivy asked.

one

"Oh, Ivy whispered.

a complete idiot, especially with Rosie still in the room. Did he really think she couldn't handle

of anything, but Ivy found 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

"A gold digger? Who would

glanced at Rosie as she spoke. "Oh

cheeks flushed, and she

who dares call you

desperation to prove something to Rosie, but Ivy walked

the kiss was supposed to be light-meaningless-yet it sent shock waves

conceal

"I should be on my way now,"

having a family dinner to properly introduce

silent, suddenly

I will," Ivy replied, her voice laced with subtle satisfaction. "Bye," she said,

Once outside, Ivy exhaled.

That was so unlike her. Still,

her bag, Ivy wondered how she'd get to Lily & Styles. She pulled out her phone

Tang

Her aunt was

Aunt May," Ivy said,

May asked, concern evident in her

"I'm good."

Ivy, I'm worried about you. So much has happened today, and I'm

wasn't going to admit she'd made