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, Down. Heartbroken.

baby,” she murmured, settling

around her. "It's

earlier." Then

he spoke, Ivy's emotions

finally settling

said, kissing softly. "I'm s

lips lingered on hers. "Thanks,

tongue brushing his,

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

heart fluttered as her hand brushed over his arousal. Silas cupped her butt, lifting her to his thighs. She grinded lightly against him,

winced, hissing

sorry, baby!" she said,

okay," he

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

a soft grunt. "It's fine. Maybe we

chuckled, her eyes drifting to the arousal.

reaching out for her butt again. "Yes,"

his lips. She could feel the tension leaving his body,

mischievous look.

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

chuckled again as she got down on her knees. Her fingers

He gasped.

the way his eyes glinted with desire, it all

to her

unbuckled his belt,

gave her the courage to

making her even

pulled him free. Silas's forehead creased,

into her hair as she lowered

helpless as he held onto her

dick with her tongue, tasting his secretion. She moved up

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

Chapter 212

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

guard tilted his head. "Why not? This is how we deliver

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

"Not my problem." Then he turned to the door.

"You can't-"

slammed shut, cutting him

eyed the bags suspiciously, unsure what

of the club business he had no experience with. He had never watched Uncle

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

someone walked in? Or worse,

sent a jolt of fear through him, and he quickly reached it. But then

he let it lead

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

he opened one can, he would probably see another layer of packaging, maybe two, but underneath that

he had seen enough. Just as he was placing the can back

in, her eyes blazing with anger. Chen followed behind

said, moving 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 dropped the can in the

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

nerves then turned to Chen. "Thank you,

Chen said

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

cats?"

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

dropped her hand, her lips curling.

down. "Is that why

"You're not

chuckled. "I'm not important,

her fist on his table. "Your

to hurt others! That man had

him."