Chapter 1976


    Chapter 1976


    Ivy’s attitude towards Balfour now was a stark contrast to the disinterested figure who’d stood by the


    door earlier.


    Balfour gazed at her with probing eyes, wondering what happened to her.


    Catching his look, Ivy felt a twinge of nervousness, “What’s wrong, honey? You don’t like the dish?”


    “I love it.” Balfour replied, spearing a forkful from his te and taking a mouthful.


    The show must go on in front of his grandparents.


    Throughout the meal, Ivy yed the part of the doting wife, constantly serving Balfour’s te with zeal.


    Regardless of what she picked, he epted it withoutint, even though there were. a few dishes


    he wasn’t fond of.


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    At first, Alyssa suspected they might be having a spat, but seeing them interact so pleasantly eased


    her worries.


    After dinner, Ivy excused herself and retreated to her room. The act was exhausting and far too sappy


    for her taste. She almost made herself sick!


    Fresh from her bath, Ivy saw Balfouring in.


    After drying her hair, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Her voice was light and detached,


    “Grandma and grandpa haven’t gone to their room yet. You should probably head back to the guest


    roomter.”


    Balfour wasn’t home often. And even when he was, he usually slept in the guest room. They hardly


    spent any time together in the same space.


    He simply replied with a “Sure,” and headed for the shower.


    When he came out, Ivy was on the balcony with a ss of milk ced on the small table in front of her.


    Balfour watched her lonely figure for a moment before sitting down beside her. “What was going on


    with you today?”


    Even though Ivy had maintained her role as the perfect wife in front of his grandparents, Balfour could


    sense something strange.


    vy took a sip of her milk, ignoring him. His presence seemed to push her away. She stood up and


    headed back inside.


    His displeasure grew with her silence, and he followed her into the room.


    No sooner had Ivy ced her milk on the nightstand than Balfour pinned her down onto the bed!


    Before she could react, he was on top of her rendering her immobile. “What’s wrong with you? Why are


    you ignoring me?”


    “Let… let me go!” Ivy struggled in vain. The disparity in their strength was too great.


    With Balfour so close, every inch of her skin he touched seemed to burn. Ivy’s heart raced


    uncontrobly.


    “Answer me. Why are you giving me the cold shoulder?”


    She turned her refusing to meet his gaze. “I haven’t. Can’t I just not want to talk?”


    “What’s the matter? Why don’t you want to talk?”


    “There’s no reason! And why are you here, Mr. Howard? I thought you’d be spending the evening with


    some beauty!”


    Her sarcastic tone was unmistakable, clearly in a foul mood.


    Balfour paused and studied her for a moment. “So… Are you jealous?”


    “I am not!” Ivy retorted disdainfully, furrowing her brow and ring at him. “I just find it funny that


    someone who warned me to keep my distance from other men is himself the subject of gossip with


    other women!”