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.

Rosie is very skilled in that

forced a smile. "I don't have the time to follow your. Ivy around, but I can call

knew she

you, Rosie, Silas smiled, his hand rubbing

was a little distracted by Silas's touch, but she managed

and pulled out a black card. “Here,

widened

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

firmly,

her shock as she accepted the card. "Thank you," she said softly, a shiver running down her spine under hist gaze She turned to Rosie, not

weaved, a flash of discomfort crossing

13

10:15 AM

Chapter 8

follow you, in case you need

"Who's Bud?" Ivy asked.

one who found

"Oh, Ivy whispered.

complete idiot, especially with Rosie still in the room. Did he really think

maybe it was Rosie's disdainful expression, the look that screamed she thought Ivy was incapable of anything, but Ivy found herself saying. "You're so kind, Silas. But I don't need your bodyguard hovering

"A gold digger? Who would

glanced at Rosie as she spoke. "Oh

flushed, and she

call you that," Silas

was desire, stupidity, or desperation to prove something to Rosie, but Ivy walked over to Silas

be light-meaningless-yet it sent shock

conceal his satisfaction.

cheeks. "I should be on my way now," she

a family dinner to properly introduce

been silent, suddenly found

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

Once outside, Ivy exhaled.

that? That was so unlike her. Still, the memory of Rosie's

how she'd get to Lily & Styles. She pulled out her phone

Tang

Her aunt was

May,"

you?" May

"I'm good."

happened today, and I'm afraid you might have made decisions on

her aunt meant but wasn't going to admit