Chapter 2495


    Her man Balfour had finally be someone else’s husband, all thanks to the woman standing before


    her.


    The bitterness gnawed at her, and even her fists were clenched in silent rage.


    Olivia sauntered over again, “Well, I never thought I’d see the day the big-shot CEO of Howard Group


    would be ving away in the kitchen. Quite the domestic god, aren’t we? Right, Mara?”


    She gave Mara’s shoulder a little pinch-a warning to keep herposure, or they might not be so


    wee in these halls again.


    Mara took a deep breath and managed a strained smile, “Yeah, I’m just surprised you wouldn’t hire a


    helper or something. With Ms. Dunhill off on set and Balfour buried in work, getting a little help would


    free up some time for you both. Otherwise, you’re stuck sweating over little domesticity.”


    Balfour and Ivy exchanged a knowing nce. Their careers kept them busy, so the moments they


    shared were all the more precious.


    The idea of a housekeeper intruding on their rare alone time was unappealing. They’d moved out for


    the very purpose of having their own space, and they intended to keep it that way.


    Even the mundane task of cooking, something they usually loathed most, became a delightful shared


    endeavor. Time with Balfour was time savored, no matter the activity. But their home life wasn’t for


    public discussion.


    Their silentmunication didn’t escape Mara and Olivia’s notice.


    For the first time, Olivia began to doubt Mara’s narrative about their thin-skinned rtionship.


    Snatching this man from Ivy’s side might be tougher than she thought.


    All guests were of the same age so there was no need for borate dishes they couldn’t conjure up


    anyway. A couple of simple vegetarian tes and a couple of meaty ones were just enough for the


    small gathering.


    Mara was distracted so her food tasted nd, but she did nothing out of order. Even Olivia was just


    quietly observing the couple.


    Compared to the guests, Balfour and Ivy were far more rxed-it was their house, after all.


    Balfour’s casual disys of affection were hard to miss. When Ivy identally picked up a piece of


    onion, Balfour deftly removed it from her te and onto his own, following up by serving her a


    generous helping of scrambled eggs.


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    “Eat up, the protein’s good for you,” he murmured.


    Ivy rolled her eyes butined after a bite, ‘I’ve already had plenty.”


    With the winter chill, Balfour was extra attentive to Ivy’s health, preferring hearty meals over


    supplements. Though she grumbled, it sounded like bragging to the others.


    Mara set her bowl down before finishing, noticing Balfour’s inquisitive look.


    “Not to your taste? You could always order some takeout.” he advised.


    She shook her head with a forced smile, “No, it’s not that. My stomach’s just been offtely, so I can’t


    eat much. Sorry for the fuss.”