A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 213

By the time Ivy got home, all of her anger had melted into exhaustion. The faint smell of dung still clung to her clothes as she stepped inside.

"Hey, Ivy, I found a great idea!" Theresa exclaimed the moment Ivy walked through the door.

"What's that?" Ivy asked, trying not to let her fatigue show.

If Theresa noticed, she didn't acknowledge it, she just continued speaking. "I thought of the perfect rebound for me. I could organize a seminar on stress or anger at your company. We could collaborate."

Ivy blinked, confused. "I don't understand."

Theresa stepped closer, excitement shimmering in her eyes. "We can work together. I'll host the seminar at your office. We can start tomorrow, what do you think?"

Ivy's thoughts drifted to the mess caused by Rosie, and the awful scent hit her again. "My company is unavailable at the moment." Then she told Theresa about

the dung.

"Oh my goodness!" Theresa exclaimed, her eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Ivy nodded. "A little," she admitted.

"I'm sorry," Theresa said gently, biting her lip. "I... already made announcements about it being tomorrow..."

Ivy scratched her temper, trying her hardest not to show her discomfort. "Oh."

Theresa reached out for her hand. "I'm sorry, but it's fine I can think of something else."

Despite the smile on Theresa's face, Ivy could see the disappointment in her eyes.

"We'll figure something out," Ivy said quickly. Then an idea hit her. "Wait, I've got i

it!"

Theresa's brow furrowed. "What is it?"

"My brother wants to do a photoshoot to promote the restaurant. You could hosty

seminar there,

Theresa tilted her head and paused. "Not bad," she said after a moment. "I think that could work."

"Great," Ivy said. "I'll call Cole. What time tomorrow?"

"Ten is fine," Theresa replied just as her phone started ringing.

"Alright then," Ivy said, excusing herself.

I'll t

take pictures. What do you think?"

She headed upstairs, her stomach tightening at the thought of Silas, and then her conversation with Thomas. Pulling out her phone, she texted Cole about the new arrangement just as she reached her room.

"Baby," she called softly, pushing the door open.

"Yes, love," Silas replied in a low voice.

He was still seated on the bed, the bandages ugly and long on his arms. Ivy's anger fluttered in her chest, but she pushed it down and perched at the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, leaning over to kiss him.

"Physically or emotionally?"

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Her anger dissolved into tenderness. "Both."

sighed. "Sad,

baby,” she murmured, settling beside him.

an arm around her. "It's

earlier." Then

Ivy's emotions shifted from

settling into quiet

kissing softly. "I'm s

on hers. "Thanks,

tongue brushing his, offering comfort

so good," he whispered against her

arousal. Silas cupped her butt, lifting her to

winced, hissing in

baby!" she

he murmured.

in again, but when he cried out, she jumped away, guilt swirling inside

adjusted on the bed with a soft grunt. "It's fine. Maybe

drifting to

too, reaching out for her butt again. "Yes," he

relaxing to his lips. She could feel the

look. "I've got just

Silas's eyes widened. "Okay..."

again as she got down on her

He gasped.

his eyes glinted with

to her

his, she slowly unbuckled his

and it gave

making her even

pulled him free. Silas's

she

he held onto her like

tongue, tasting his secretion. She moved up and down, her mouth

"Ivy... you... ah-"

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twisted as the realization hit. He knew what was in those bags without looking. He swallowed hard. "You can't

"Why not? This is how

said slowly, carefully. "To Uncle Mike. But he's not here, and I don't know how to handle

guard huffed. "Not my problem." Then he turned to the door. "I'll be back for payment. Good

"You can't-"

shut, cutting him

the bags suspiciously, unsure what

the club business he had no experience with. He had never watched Uncle Mike handle this; he had always been nonchalantly

Maybe if he ignored it,

what if someone walked

quickly reached it. But then he stopped, curiosity surging despite

he let it

The faint scent

wasn't fooled, he knew if he opened one can, he would probably see another layer of packaging, maybe two, but underneath that would be a pouch of fine

placing the can back into the bag, the

rushed in, her eyes blazing with anger. Chen followed behind her, his face wrinkled

said, moving closer, her tone matching her expression. "She just barged in, sir," Chen said, his voice wobbling. "I'm sorry." Thomas ignored

rest and her brow creased. Fear raced inside him as he zipped it fast and slid both bags

his throat to ease out his nerves then turned to Chen. "Thank you, Chen. I'll take it from

Chen said with

alone, Ivy folded her arms. "Since when did

cats?"

but he masked it. "None of your business," he said sharply. "Why are

dropped her hand, her lips

down. "Is that why

not that important,

"I'm not important, yet

she slammed her fist on his table.

That man had done

him."