Chapter 1949


    Chapter 1949


    It seemed that Balfour was keen on keeping his rtionship with Ivy under wraps from Giselle.


    “A friend? Like a girlfriend, or just a pal?” Giselle teased with a yful grin.


    Without a moment’s hesitation, Balfour dered, “Just a pal.”


    Ivy, slightly ufortable, pressed her lips together in a tight smile and approached, “Mr. Howard and I


    have only just met, actually. I heard about this shindig and asked him to show me the ropes. Don’t get it


    twisted, Giselle.”


    Since Balfour didn’t want Giselle in the loop about their connection, Ivy naturally yed along with the


    charade.


    Balfour was her boss, and she had already managed to rub him the wrong way earlier; now was the


    time to make amends.


    Giselle didn’t let on whether she bought Ivy’s story or not, but she didn’t press further. Instead, she


    stepped forward with a smile, linking her arm with Balfour’s. “If she’s your friend, she’s mine too. Oh, I


    forgot to ask, how should I address thisdy?”


    “Ivy.” Despite ying Balfour’s wife for an extended period, Ivy had never shown any public disys of


    affection with Balfour. Yet, here was this leading actress,tching onto his arm as if it was the most


    natural thing in the world?


    Balfour wasn’t one for excessive physical contact with the opposite sex, so Ivy always maintained a


    respectful distance.


    But Giselle had so casually taken his arm, and Balfour hadn’t even flinched.


    Clearly, these two shared a special rapport.


    Ivy pursed her lips, feeling an inexplicable tightness in her chest.


    “Ivy, since you’re a friend of Balfour’s,e on up!” Giselle maintained her generous smile and led the


    way upstairs with Balfour in tow.


    Ivy followed with a quiet nod.


    The second floor was more private, and Giselle opened one of the doors to let herself and Balfour in.


    “Where the heck have you been, Giselle? We’ve been waiting for you to toast!” the moment they


    entered, they were greeted enthusiastically, “And Balfour’s


    here too!”


    Ivy trailed behind, feeling like an outsider.


    The room was filled with high-profile young gents anddies of fortune, a close-knit circle of friends


    who surrounded Giselle and Balfour in animated conversation.


    Ivy didn’t recognize anyone there, and the topics flew over her head. She didn’t feel like forcing herself


    to fit in.


    She found a quiet corner to sit down and grabbed a ss of punch.


    Looking over at Balfour not far away, she noticed him sitting next to Giselle, his gaze softer than his


    usual icy demeanor.


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    For some reason, seeing Balfour and Giselle together made Ivy’s heart sink.


    She was Balfour’s wife, even if only in name, yet he seemedpletely oblivious to her presence. Why


    had he even bothered to bring her along?


    With a resigned sigh, Ivy drained her ss.


    No big deal, she was just here on the job!


    If the boss ignored her, she might as well ck off.


    “Why are you sipping on juice by yourself? Can’t handle a little drinking?”


    Giselle suddenly appeared beside her, offering a ss of wine.


    Ivy managed a smile, epting the drink, “Thanks, but I’m not much of a drinker.”


    “Don’t be so uptight, everyone here is friends with me and Balfour. Since you’re Balfour’s friend, you’re


    in goodpany, Giselle clinked her ss against Ivy’s and took a sip, “We’re all friends here, so


    loosen up!”


    Even after confessing her limited drinking skills, Giselle insisted on the toast. Out of politeness, Ivy took


    a sip as well.