Chapter 8 " What the hell ? " Ivy muttered under her breath , staring at the door that had just slammed shut She couldn't believe Rosie just threatened her . For what ? Why ? her . She'd barely steady her nerves when the door opened again . Bracing herself for Rosie , she relaxed when she saw it wasn't h " Hello , ma'am , I'm Monica " An elderly woman entered with a warm smile . " Hi , Monica . I'm Ivy . Silas's … " she trailed and cleared her throat . " Nice to meet you .

" " Yes , ma'am " Monica nodded . " I just came to introduce myself as your personal maid . If you need anything . I'm here for you . " Monica's smile was sweet - a sheer contrast to Rosie's , and it made Ivy feel comforted . " Thank you very much . " " The rest of the staff would come by to introduce themselves . Mr. Stone said to tell you he's waiting for you downstairs . " " Alright , I'll be there . " Ivy smiled . Monica nodded and left .

Ivy inhaled deeply , counting to ten before making her way downstairs . To her dismay . Rosie was still there . " How do you like your room ? " Silas asked , seated exactly where he'd been earlier . " I didn't think you'd find your way so easily . " " Oh , it was easy . " Ivy replied , sitting down . " I remember how many times Kim got lost in this house , Rosie said with a loud laugh , tossing her head back . " Ah , yes , " Silas chuckled , though his eyes shifted with something sharp .

Ivy knew what Rosie was trying to do . " I met Monica ," she said , changing the subject . " She's such a sweet lady ." " Yes , she is , " Silas agreed . " So , I wanted Rosie to help you with shopping - to help pick some beautiful dresses ." His eyes flicked briefly to Ivy's gown , and she felt heat on her cheeks . She didn't want Rosie tagging along . " I know- " Im sure lvy knows her way around ," Rosie interrupted , her tone tinged with disdain .

" She is a socialite - or at least used to be . She doesn't need my help . Ivy ignored Rosie's dig . " I know my way around good stores . " Rosie scoffed and Ivy sent her a look . " Well , I'm sure you do , " Silas said , reaching for Ivy's thigh . " But Rosie is very skilled in that department . She could help you navigate or even call some stores ahead . " He turned to Rosie . " Right ? " Rosie forced a smile . " I don't have the time to follow your .

Ivy around , but I can call a few places . " Ivy knew she was lying " Thank you , Rosie , Silas smiled , his hand rubbing Ivy's thigh . Ivy was a little distracted by Silas's touch , but she managed a smile . " Yes , thank you , Rosie . " Silas reached for his wallet and pulled out a black card . " Here , shop as much as you like , " he smirked . Ivy's eyes widened " Are you sure ? " " Do you think she can handle that ? " Roste asked , her voice diminishing .

" I mean , do you want to give her that ! You just met her . " " She's my wife now , " Silas said firmly , his eyes gleaming . " What's mine is hers . " Ivy swallowed , concealing her shock as she accepted the card . " Thank you , " she said softly , a shiver running down her spine under hist gaze She turned to Rosie , not hiding her disapproval " And don't worry - I know how to use it " Rosie's composure weaved , a flash of discomfort crossing her face .

" Very well then " 13 10:15 AM Chapter 8 " Bud will follow you , in case you need help , Silas said . " Who's Bud ? " Ivy asked . " My bodyguard . He was the one who found you , " Silas explained . " Oh , Ivy whispered . She wondered why Silas was treating her like a complete idiot , especially with Rosie still in the room . Did he really think she couldn't handle shopping on her own ? - Maybe it was to prove something .

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Or - just maybe it was Rosie's disdainful expression , the look that screamed she thought Ivy was incapable of anything , but Ivy found herself saying . " You're so kind , Silas . But I don't need your bodyguard hovering around me . I don't want to give the impression that I'm not capable , or worse , a gold digger.especially in this horrible gown . " A frown creased Silas's forehead . " A gold digger ? Who would dare say that ? " Ivy glanced at Rosie as she spoke . " Oh you know..people .

" Rosie's cheeks flushed , and she quickly looked away . I'll destroy anyone who dares call you that ," Silas said firmly . Maybe it was desire , stupidity , or desperation to prove something to Rosie , but Ivy walked over to Silas and placed a small kiss on his lips . " I know , " she whispered . God , the kiss was supposed to be light - meaningless - yet it sent shock waves through her . Silas didn't conceal his satisfaction . " Good . " Ivy felt the heat on her cheeks .

" I should be on my way now ," she announced . " Alright , " Silas said . " Later tonight , we'll be having a family dinner to properly introduce you to everyone . " Rosie , who had been silent , suddenly found her voice . " Enjoy your shopping . " " Oh , I will , " Ivy replied , her voice laced with subtle satisfaction . " Bye ," she said , walking out of the house . Once outside , Ivy exhaled . What the hell was that ? That was so unlike her .

Still , the memory of Rosie's embarrassed face made her chuckled . Clutching her bag , Ivy wondered how she'd get to Lily & Styles . She pulled out her phone to order an Uber , but it calling . Tang Her aunt was " Hey Aunt May , " Ivy said , answering " Ivy dear , how are you ? " May asked , concern evident in her tone . " I'm good ." " Oh , Ivy , I'm worried about you . So much has happened today , and I'm afraid you might have made decisions on a whim , " May said .

Ivy knew what her aunt meant but wasn't going to admit she'd made a mistake . Too late now . " I understand , Aunt May , but trust me I'm fully aware of my decisions . " " So , you want the marriage ? Barely three months after Mason ? " Irritation bubbled in Ivy's chest . " Oh , but it's line for Mason to move on and impregnate Cheryl ? " May gasped . " He got Cheryl pregnant ? " " He " He did , " she said , pinching the bridge of her nose . " And I don't want to talk about it yet .

This thing with Silas is fake , short , and completely under my control . I'll come by tomorrow so we can talk " May went silent for a moment . " Okay . But I told Cole about it " " Why ? " 10:15 A Chapter 8 " I was worried , I thought maybe you were pressured " Ivy sighed . " I wasn't . Don't worry . I'll come see you " Alright . Take care ." " Bye ," Ivy said , ending the call . Minutes later , she arrived at Lily & Styles .

She smiled at the receptionist , fully aware of the judgmental look the young woman gave her . " I'm here to shop , please , and I need to see Winnie ," Ivy said with a polite smile . " Do you have an appointment ? " The receptionist asked , eyeing her skeptically . Winnie was Ivy's personal shopper back when she frequented the store . She'd never needed to book an appointment . " Just tell Winnie it's Ivy … " she trailed off , realizing Winnie only knew her as Mrs. Hunter .

The receptionist tapped her phone , but before she could finish , Winnie emerged , impeccably dressed in an emerald gown . Relief swept over Ivy . " Oh , Winnie ! The receptionist was about to call you , I need some clothes ." Mrs Hunter ," Winnie said , approaching Ivy but passing her . " Or should I say Mrs Hunter - to - be ? " Ivy blinked , startled . " You're mistaken , Winnie . I'm not Mrs. Hunt- " " Oh , Winnie ! So kind of you ! " Ivy turned toward the voice .

It was Cheryl - her back - stabbing best friend . 3/3