Chapter 2122


    Chapter 2122


    As Balfour stood up, his tall frame cast a shadow over Ivy.


    “Take off your jacket, let’s see if you’re hurt anywhere,” he said with earnest concern; his gaze was


    clear of any ulterior motive.


    Ivy blushed a deep crimson, “Ah? No, I’m really fine. I’m not hurt…”


    Balfour knew Ivy was stubborn so he didn’t quite believe her. His eyes narrowed slightly in


    disagreement.


    He had just had a taste of what her parents were like.


    Growing up in that kind of household, even getting hurt was considered a nuisance in their eyes – that


    was why Ivy had long learned to keep all her pain locked away inside.


    And that’s exactly why he was even more worried.


    “Come on,” hemanded as hended his hand on Ivy’s shoulder. His tone was softer than usual but


    still assertive. And his actions left no room for argument.


    But Ivy still refused. Redness rushed up her neck due to her hastily, “I really didn’t get hurt. I already


    exined to you in the car. When those thugs tried toy their hands on me, I distracted them with


    money. In their scramble for the remaining cash, they didn’t eveny a finger on me.”


    Her eyes widened. She almost wanted to jump up and down to prove she was uninjured.


    “They couldn’t have been too gentle when they kidnapped you at first. Maybe you’re hurt on your back


    and you just haven’t noticed it. Let me check!” Balfour’s grip didn’t loosen; he was insistent on making


    sure she was okay.


    And Ivy’s face was now so red it looked like it might bleed.


    They were only husband and wife in name, but why did Balfour’s actions seem so natural?


    Even though he only wanted to take off her light jacket, beneath it she wore a tank top with not much


    fabric…


    Ivy’s head shook like a rattle, “Really, there’s no need. I’m not in pain anywhere.


    Balfour frowned slightly, unable to understand why Ivy was being so stubborn.


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    He wasn’t the kind of man to take advantage of a situation, so why did she distrust him that much?


    “Do you think I’d take advantage of you?” Balfour asked, his brows furrowed in displeasure.


    “Ah…where did thate from? Of course I know you’re not that kind of person!”


    Ivy hadn’t expected Balfour to think that.


    What was this-all about?


    She was purely embarrassed, but in his eyes, it seemed as though she was afraid he’d take advantage


    of her. Then what are you worried about?”


    Balfour tugged a little harder and slid Ivy’s jacket off her shoulders.


    Ivy’s smooth skin was exposed to his eyes, and Balfour’s pupils contracted as his fingers involuntarily


    curled.


    Before seeing Ivy’s skin, he had no other thoughts.


    But as her fairplexion came into view, he found his mind racing uncontrobly.


    Ivy didn’t dare to look up at his expression, feeling the intensity of his stare could burn a hole through


    her jacket.


    She tugged at her jacket which he held firmly, “See? I’m really not hurt.”


    “I didn’t see the back.” Balfour’s voice was husky.


    They were standing very close, and the subtle aromaing from Ivy drifted into his nostrils.


    “What perfume do you usually wear?” Balfour asked despite himself.


    Ivy looked up at him strangely, “I use the same bath products as you. What perfume are you talking


    about? Those designer fragrances are too expensive, and I’m still paying off debts. I don’t have the


    luxury to indulge in that.”