A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 198

Chapter 198

"Hey," Silas said softly as Ivy entered the room.

"Hey," she replied, her eyes shining with a mixture of guilt and concern.

He looked away, afraid to show his pain. It still hurt that she had rejected him, but

he was willing to give her space-until she was ready for him.

He knew it might break him, but he was willing to wait.

"Hello, Ms. Stone," the officer beside him greeted.

"Hello," Ivy replied.

"Can you please confirm that this is the man in the footage?" the officer asked, pointing to the other room where a stranger sat.

Ivy moved closer to the two-way mirror and studied the man. After a few seconds, she nodded. "Yes, he is. He has the exact outfit."

The officer nodded. "Thank you for that, ma'am. We can proceed now." He left the room, leaving Silas and Ivy behind.

Silas swallowed, clenching his hands to keep them from trembling.

"Thank you," Ivy said softly. "I wasn't expecting this."

"Yeah," he replied, unsure of what to say next.

She turned to face him, her eyes glimmering with something akin to remorse. "Thank you."

He swallowed. "Yes."

She bit her lip, turning back to the mirror only for a split second, before facing him again. "I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have..."

His heart tightened at the hesitation in her voice. "It's okay," he said gently. "You're setting boundaries, and I respect that. I'm your husband, I should know better. I apologize."

Shock flashed in her eyes before she looked away.

His stomach dropped. "I'm still your husband, right?"

"Oh God, of course," she said quickly.

"Okay," he murmured, just as the officer entered the other room.

Silas tucked his hand into his pocket to ease the tension building in his chest,

Maybe it was time to propose again, to marry her properly.

No contracts, No media. Just love.

Then his mind drifted to Rosie, crashing the party with gunshots.

Maybe not.

Another officer entered the room, and it was time for the interview.

"Let's sit," Silas said, pulling out a chair for Ivy

Her cheeks flushed as she sat down.

"Good day. I'm Detective Mark, and this is my partner, Detective Long," the first officer said, gesturing toward his colleague. "So," he added, "Christopher

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trousers shimmered under the

of that." Detective Long

about the

glance before Detective Mark nodded.

sigh. "I knew it

Silas leaned forward, intrigued.

said nothing. They just

Christopher said, rubbing his face. "If the

charges,

shifted in her chair. "He doesn't know

focused on the trespassing for now. We want information on

his brow. "The woman? Oh

ached at her discomfort, and he wished he could pull her close and kiss

But then-boundaries.

further, please," Detective

his expression full of shame. "She... approached me while I was having my morning coffee. We liked the same flavor, so we started talking. She

hundred dollars for the job. It seemed small, and I

glanced briefly at Silas and Ivy before turning back to Christopher. "Describe this

forehead. "Short blonde hair. Smelled great. Long red nails. She was wearing Louboutin heels with a terrible gown, I thought

his chest tightened as he stood up.

too. "They can get

Though he didn't believe

approached Beatrice too," Ivy said.

like she wants to drive

phone led nowhere. It's like

They both became silent.

mind raced. If Rosie had approached this stranger so

had

remembered her threat, and the

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Detective Mark returned. "Do

said. "He described her

next step, Detective?" Ivy

and follow up on

cue that their part was done. He extended a hand. "Thank you

detective shook it. "You're

hand gently on Ivy's waist, guiding

before he dropped

"So... time to

"Yes," she nodded.

much more, but he held back. One thing was certain

tear up

them. "Hello,

Ivy replied with a smile. "How are

ma'am," Bud said, then he turned

sir. We found no proof that

panic took over. If he

Rosie knowing everything?

Bud," he

as they started walking down the

"Wade?"

spotted him and hurried toward him. "Hey,

a brow.

"Thomas."

flared inside Silas's