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.

Ivy's thigh. "But Rosie is very skilled in that department.

follow your. Ivy around, but I can call a

knew she was

Silas smiled, his

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

pulled out a black

eyes widened

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

Silas said firmly, his

down her spine under hist

of discomfort crossing

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10:15 AM

Chapter 8

follow you, in case you need

"Who's Bud?" Ivy asked.

was the one who

"Oh, Ivy whispered.

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

herself saying. "You're so kind, Silas. But I don't need your bodyguard hovering around

frown creased Silas's forehead. "A gold digger?

glanced at Rosie as she

flushed, and

anyone who dares call

but Ivy walked over to Silas and placed a small kiss on his lips. "I know," she

supposed to be light-meaningless-yet

conceal

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

a family dinner to properly introduce you

silent, suddenly found

with subtle satisfaction.

Once outside, Ivy exhaled.

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

get to Lily & Styles. She pulled out her phone to order an Uber, but

Tang

Her aunt was

May," Ivy said,

May asked, concern evident in her

"I'm good."

So much has happened today, and I'm afraid you

meant but wasn't going