A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 83: Who Is Olivia?

"Hey" Silas said softly as Ivy stirred in his arms.

Ivy's eyes widened, and heat spread on her checks as she looked into Silas's hazel eyes. A sleepy smile tugged at his lips as he stretched.

Ivy sat upright, her blush deepening as she moved away from him. He had slept

in her bed. She had slept in his arms. The thought sent a dangerous thrill through

her.

Clearing her throat, she stood up completely from the bed. She bit her lips, looking away as he stood up from the bed as

well

"How're you feeling this morning?" Silas asked, his voice husky and sexy

"Good, good," she replied quickly, stepping farther away.

Tim glad." He smiled, his gaze lingering on her.

His kindness was starting to spring off emotions she couldn't afford to acknowledge-ones that could make her too comfortable, too vulnerable. Before things would escalate into something she couldn't resist, or worse, something she could initiate, Ivy moved toward the window.

"Thank you for yesterday," she said with a smile.

Silas nodded, a warm smile on his lips. "You're welcome," he smiled, and

proceeded towards the door. "See you later."

Once he left, Ivy bolted the door behind him and sank into her bed. She groaned as she buried her face in her palms.

Where was she supposed to start from?

Was it the fact that Silas had slept beside her? Held her? Kissed her?

The memory of her hands grazing his chest as he played with her hair sent heat down her legs.

Ivy shot up from the bed, her face burning. She shook her head as if to send away the thoughts threatening to consume her.

But as those thoughts faded, the pain of Mason's actions hit her like bricks. Ivy fell to her knee at the excruciating pain in her chest. Mason had finally gotten to her, he had stolen the momentarily joy of owning her dream space.

She hadn't even started designing, she hadn't even begun to hire staff or gather equipment.

The pain settled deep, relentless as it traveled through her, and she let herself feel it. She broke out in a sweat as she fought to steady her breath. She exhaled, giving herself time to control her pain.

steal her dreams and walk away unscathed. She had to retaliate. She just

know where to start.

way to the bathroom, hoping the water would heal the remaining of her pain. When she was done with her hygiene, she dressed up in an orange jumpsuit, and was combing her hair when there was

it to find Monica

said, reaching out to

unexpected comfort. "Thank you, Monica," she said, finally lifting her

"I went to bed early, so I didn't

the bed.

knock echoed

door opened revealing

this, the

foot of the bed. "Put it

you need me," Monica

left, curiosity got the most of her, and cha nnened the how in there were all the gifts Silas had

the other. DiS. JESU AL Dags. There was a smaller box containing

the gifts in her closet. There

They oddly made

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downstairs

asked as she descended

replied. "Thanks for the

figured. He trailed off, slipping his hands into his

tucking a strand of hair behind

to see Thomas, to talk

she blurted out. "I want to

blinked. "Uhm,

"It was my building. I

in "Alright then. Let's

rushed upstairs to grab her phone and bag before following Silas to the car. A mixture of anger, curiosity, and worry swirled

car, Ivy blushed as she remembered how she had touched

sadness to nudge her into touching him. Today she was better, and she kept

distance between them

arrived, Silas helped her out of the car, and they

was at his desk, working on his computer, when they entered. His brow lifted

Ivy" he greeted, standing up.

smiled as

seat." Thomas motioned to one of the chairs

and Silas sat

said as he sat down. "Rosie and I are attending a gala in two nights. I was thinking of inviting you two-kind of like your first public appearance together, and to also take off the media's

what he was doing. She glanced at Silas who looked

go, thank

as