Chapter 2183


    Chapter 2183


    Nn quickly sent an emoji with “OK,” adding: [As long as you’re alright, goodnight.]


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    After putting down her phone, Ivy let out a deep sigh.


    The idea of starting anew with her brought up by Balfour must have been a spur-of-the-moment thing.


    Mara’s call probably sobered him up, which is why he didn’t mention itter.


    Ivy had lost expectations and couldn’t mask her disappointment.


    She forced a smile and bade the elders goodnight.


    “Grandma, Grandpa, I have an early call time for my scene tomorrow, so I’m going to head up to bed.


    You both should get some rest too!”


    Alyssa immediately set down her mug, nodding emphatically, “Yes, dear, go get some sleep. You’ve


    had a long day!”


    Watching Ivy’s retreating figure, Alyssa sensed that Ivy’s spirits were low.


    As elders, they could certainly facilitate the rtionship between the two, but they couldn’t


    make them fall in love.


    Alyssa shook her head, knowing that the young couple’s feelings were in the hands of fate.


    Dean nced at Alyssa and knew she was fretting over the young ones again.


    In his opinion, they had no reason to meddle in their rtionship.


    Sometimes, Alyssa couldn’t help but step in and clear up misunderstandings between them, but they


    couldn’t do it forever. Ultimately, it was up to them to be considerate of each other.


    Dean knew his wife had been a worrier all her life; it wasn’t likely she’d change her ways now. All he


    could do was gently remind her not to overburden herself with the kids’ issues. What mattered most


    was their own well-being.


    After freshening up, Ivyy in bed, wondering if Balfour would return to the room to sleep tonight.


    “The confession in the afternoon still counted, right? Even though Mara’s call interrupted it, who


    confesses and then doesn’te back to their room?”


    She muttered to herself, her heartcking certainty.


    After Mara’s call, Balfour had be a different person, seemingly forgetting their earlier


    Ivy drifted in and out of sleep that night but never saw Balfour return. He was holed up in the study,


    doing God knows what. There was a couch there for resting; he’d rather sleep there than return to their


    room. Did he dislike seeing her that much?


    It wasn’t until the next morning, when Ivy woke up early and saw the pillow still neatly ced beside


    her and the bed untouched, that she epted the fact that Balfour hadn’t returned all night.


    She couldn’t decipher Balfour’s intentions. During the day, he asked her to reconsider their rtionship;


    at night, he wouldn’t evene back to their room.


    Was he regretting it, afraid of getting too entangled with her?


    If he had regrets, he could have just told her directly. She wouldn’t cling to him like a bad rash.


    What did he really want now?


    With a furrowed brow and the early call time casting a pallor over her face, Ivy’s mood was anything but


    light.


    Despite her gloom, she still had to shoot her scenes.


    Since Balfour no longer demanded shee home, she saw no reason not to work.


    She had been worried thatst night’s event might affect the atmosphere on set, but to her surprise,


    everything went back to normal by morning. Without Giselle, the rhythm on set felt more upbeat.


    When a crew member handed her a cup of ck coffee with a sycophantic smile, Ivy felt dazed. Had


    the previous targeting by the crew been nothing but a dream?