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.

she murmured,

around her. "It's

came earlier." Then he

Ivy's emotions

settling

kissing softly.

lips lingered on hers. "Thanks,

deepened the kiss, her tongue brushing

good," he whispered against her

hand brushed over his arousal. Silas cupped her butt, lifting her to his thighs. She grinded lightly

he winced,

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

he murmured. "Kiss

in again, but when he cried out, she jumped

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

her eyes drifting to the

again. "Yes," he murmured, trailing

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

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

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

on her knees.

He gasped.

his eagerness, the way his eyes glinted

to her

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

gave

desires, making her even

him free. Silas's forehead

she lowered

he held onto her like his life depended

her tongue, tasting his secretion. She moved up

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

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the realization hit. He knew what was in those

head. "Why not? This is

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 off. Thomas's

eyed the bags suspiciously, unsure

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

let out a long sigh. Maybe if he

someone walked in? Or worse,

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

let it lead

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

knew if he opened one can, he would

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

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

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

inside him as he zipped it fast

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

apologize again, sir," Chen said

her arms. "Since when

cats?"

of your business," he

lips curling.

"Is that why you're

not that important, hope

chuckled. "I'm not important, yet here

fist on his

others! That man had done too much for you

him."