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, Down.

murmured,

wrapped an arm around her. "It's okay. I

earlier."

Ivy's emotions

finally settling

kissing softly. "I'm s

on hers. "Thanks,

the kiss, her tongue brushing

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

over his arousal. Silas cupped her butt, lifting her to his

winced,

sorry, baby!" she said, pulling

he murmured. "Kiss

again, but when he cried out, she jumped

bed with a soft grunt. "It's fine. Maybe we could

chuckled, her eyes drifting to the arousal.

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

She could feel the tension leaving his body, and

him a mischievous look. "I've

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

on her knees. Her fingers

He gasped.

helplessness, his eagerness, the way his eyes glinted with

to her

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

gave

desires, making her

watered as she pulled him free.

into her hair as she lowered her mouth onto

was small, helpless as he held onto her like his life depended on

secretion. She moved

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

Chapter 212

twisted as the realization hit. He knew what was in those bags without looking. He swallowed hard.

his head. "Why not? This is

Uncle Mike. But he's

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

"You can't-"

cutting him

eyed the bags suspiciously, unsure

experience with. He had never watched Uncle Mike

out a long sigh. Maybe if he ignored it, he wouldn't have

someone walked

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

let it lead

bag and slowly opened it. The faint scent of chemicals hit his nose before he

clean, and unopened. But Thomas wasn't fooled, he knew if he opened one can, he would probably see another layer of packaging, maybe two,

was placing the can back into the bag, the

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

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

inside him as

nerves then turned to Chen. "Thank you, Chen. I'll take

apologize again, sir," Chen said with

folded her arms. "Since when did you start

cats?"

it. "None of

lips curling. "Why did

sat down. "Is that why

"You're not

important, yet here

anger flared, and she slammed her fist on his table. "Your problems

hurt others! That man had done too much for

him."