Chapter 2063


    Chapter 2063


    Balfour rubbed his fingertips, the lingering sensation of Ivy’s soft ears still echoing through his touch.


    He could not quite pinpoint what hade over him, only that he craved more.


    “It was an ident, really. My hand just happened to brush against it.”


    Ivy eyed him skeptically, her gaze questioning the sincerity of his poker face. “Really?”


    His eyes darkened under her scrutiny. “What, you think I did it on purpose?”


    Ivy fell silent.


    Alright, she was not about to tter herself that much!


    Throughout the entire encounter, Balfour had not spared a single nce at Giselle.


    On the other hand, Giselle could not help but steal nce after nce at Balfour, even in the presence


    of the formidable matriarch, which made her appear distracted.


    “Giselle, if you want to look, just look openly. No matter how much you yearn for them, some things will


    never be yours.” Snapping back to reality, Giselle forced a sheepish smile, then quickly resumed her


    role as the victim. “Mrs. Howard, you’ve already made up your mind about me. No exnation will do.


    Let’s leave it to time! I believe time will vindicate me!


    Ivy is also in the industry now, and she needs to attend social events. As her senior, I’ll take good care


    of her.”


    Alyssa was not one to y games. “A granddaughter-inw of the Howard family hardly needs


    anyone’s protection.


    I’ve said my piece today. I hope you take it to heart. The bond between Ivy and Balfour isn’t something


    you can break, Giselle. How many times have you looked at Balfour? Has he ever returned even a


    single nce? Go back, Giselle. This charade has gone on long enough, and I’m getting tired.”


    The olddy was as direct and resolute as ever, treating Giselle as someone to be summoned or


    dismissed like a servant at will. Giselle clenched her fists, seething with anger, and it took all her


    willpower not to set the garden aze in her fury.


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    When they returned to the foyer, Balfour and Ivy were huddled together, their heads close, discussing


    something on a tablet. “Grandma, you’re back? Would you like some of the coffee I’ve just brewed?”


    Ivy offered, her smile beaming upon seeing Alyssa.


    “Is it your favorite rose blend today, Ivy?” Alyssa asked affectionately.


    Ivy nodded dutifully. “Balfour likes it too, so it’s perfect for ensuring he drinks enough water.”


    Giselle edged closer. “Ivy, let me have a taste too. If Balfour likes this, there must be something special


    about it.”


    Balfour’s attention was solely on Ivy.


    Sitting next to Ivy, he was forever finding reasons to be close to her, stroking her hair and pinching her


    delicate hand asionally. ying the love-struck couple before Alyssa, Ivy could not refuse his


    touches.


    Giselle watched, her insides churning with jealousy, powerless to interrupt in front of the olddy.


    Just moments ago, she had boldly imed to be good friends with them, but now she could not even


    wedge herself into their conversation. It was a p in the face.