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. Heartbroken.

murmured, settling beside

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

earlier." Then he told

Ivy's emotions

settling into

crazy,” she said, kissing softly.

lingered on hers.

kiss, her tongue brushing his, offering comfort

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

lifting her to his thighs. She grinded lightly against him, her body already warming

winced, hissing

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

he murmured.

in again, but when he cried out, she jumped away,

grunt.

chuckled, her eyes drifting to the arousal.

again. "Yes," he murmured, trailing

the tension leaving

look. "I've got just the thing fory

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

her knees. Her fingers

He gasped.

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

to her

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

changed, and it gave her the courage to

desires, making her

pulled him

hair as she lowered her

he held onto her like his life

his secretion.

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

Chapter 212

He knew what was in those bags without looking. He swallowed hard. "You can't have that

head. "Why not?

But he's not here, and I don't know how to handle

turned to the door. "I'll

"You can't-"

cutting

eyed the bags suspiciously, unsure what

experience with. He had never watched Uncle Mike handle this; he had

long sigh. Maybe if he ignored it,

what if someone walked in?

quickly reached it. But then he

he let it lead

faint scent of chemicals hit his nose before he smelt the coffee

fooled, he knew if he opened one can, he

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

with anger. Chen followed

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

him as he zipped it fast and slid both bags under

turned to Chen.

apologize again, sir," Chen

her arms. "Since when did you start

cats?"

jumped, but he masked it. "None of your

dropped her hand, her lips curling. "Why

down. "Is

not that important, hope you

"I'm not important, yet here you

flared, and she slammed her fist on

That man had

him."