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."

"Sad,

murmured,

around her.

earlier."

spoke, Ivy's emotions shifted

before finally settling into

she said, kissing

on hers. "Thanks,

tongue brushing

good," he whispered against her lips, pressing his hardness towards

arousal. Silas cupped her butt, lifting her to his thighs. She grinded lightly against him,

he winced,

I'm sorry, baby!" she said, pulling back

okay," he murmured.

cried out, she jumped away, guilt

a soft grunt. "It's fine. Maybe we could just lie

eyes drifting to the arousal.

her butt again. "Yes," he murmured, trailing kisses along

could feel the tension leaving his body,

and gave him a mischievous look. "I've got just

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

again as she got down on her knees. Her fingers

He gasped.

his eagerness, the way his eyes glinted with desire, it

to her

on his, she slowly unbuckled his belt, her eyes widening

and it gave her the

desires, making

pulled him free. Silas's

hair as she lowered her mouth

small, helpless as he held onto her like

her 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

"Why not? This is how we deliver

Uncle Mike. But he's not here, and I don't

problem." Then he turned to the door. "I'll be back for

"You can't-"

slammed shut, cutting him off. Thomas's

eyed the bags suspiciously, unsure what

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

let out a long sigh. Maybe if he ignored it, he

someone walked in? Or

fear through him, and he quickly reached it. But then he stopped, curiosity surging despite

he let

one bag and slowly opened it. The faint scent

he opened one can, he would probably see another layer of

deciding he had seen enough. Just as he was placing the can back into the bag, the door burst

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

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

as he

ease out his nerves then turned to Chen. "Thank you,

sir," Chen

were alone, Ivy folded her arms. "Since when did you start

cats?"

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

her hand, her lips curling. "Why did you

sat down. "Is that

"You're not

important, yet here

her fist on his table.

to hurt others! That man had done too

him."