Chapter 2351


    Chapter 2351


    “Alright, didn’t you say there’s an early scene to shoot? Get moving. Don’t keep the cast waiting.”


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    Everyone knew the drill in showbiz, but when Balfour mentioned that the cast was waiting, Colton


    quickly scooted out, not wanting to hold Ivy up.


    The rest lingered, but Balfour’s presence felt like a thorn in their side, so he shooed them all out before


    sprawling on Ivy’s couch.


    That couch, Ivy’s regr haunt, still carried the sweet scent of her perfume.


    Balfour’s furrowed brow eased a touch, but the thought of their earlier spat soured his mood.


    He couldn’t fathom when Ivy had thought about leaving him.


    Yet, deep down a voice roared clear he wouldn’t allow this woman to walk out of his life. How to


    prevent it, though, he had no clue.


    Balfour curled up his long legs, settling into the narrow couch. Ivy’s scent enveloped him, making the


    tight space suddenlyforting.


    Unwittingly, his eyes closed, and he drifted back to sleep.


    Ivy carried on, ignoring Balfour, her morning performance done and dusted.


    Despite the makeup ordeal that morning, Colton was thrilled with the scene – as usual with Ivy. Her


    ability toyer personal insight on top of the character analysis provided by the writer and director


    made her a constant delight.


    “You didn’t get much sleepst night, and you’ve been at it all morning. Go get some rest,” Colton


    advised before Ivy could leave, hinting that Balfour was still in her dressing room.


    “Okay, thanks, Colton,” Ivy said, her face still painted for the screen, nning to remove the makeup


    once she was back.


    Now adept with her crutches, she needed no assistance.


    Pushing open her dressing room door, Ivy found Balfour asleep on her couch.


    With a frown, she approached, her crutches clicking on the floor, failing to rouse him.


    “How can you be so tired? If you’re this sleepy, why not rest at home? Whye here to disturb me?


    Isn’t Mara enough for you?”


    Silently, Ivy stood beside Balfour, watching him sleep. So aloof when awake, yet so innocently


    harmless in slumber. Looking at his face, she felt torn resenting her inability to leave but also resenting


    his reluctance to let her go.


    If only rtionships could be cut in two as cleanly as a ribbon.


    While Ivy was lost in thought, Balfour’s phone on the table buzzed. She instinctively grabbed it, not


    wanting the ring to wake him, only to see “Mara” sh on the caller ID.


    As she hesitated, Balfour woke. He saw Ivy with his phone, and stood up to take it from her.


    “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop,” Ivy started, but Balfour walked off with the phone before she could


    finish.


    His reaction stung Ivy. Did he think she was so desperate to eavesdrop on their conversation?


    She wished she could be miles away from both of them.


    Biting her lip, Ivy wondered, why couldn’t this man have left already?


    Balfour answered the call with an indifferent “What’s up?”