A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: So Close, Yet So Far.

Silas’s heart leapt at the look in Ivy’s eyes. She was frowning, her lips pursed.

“Wait, I don’t understand,” Silas said, confusion racing in his mind.

Ivy sighed as though it was difficult for her to repeat herself. She handed him her phone, and he took it.

He checked and frowned. “Is this your ex–best friend?”

“Yes!” she snapped, but he knew she wasn’t annoyed at him. “I can’t believe her guts.”

Shocked, Silas returned the phone. “That’s crazy.”

A part of him wanted to ask if it was true or even tease her by suggesting they could make a baby, but he knew she wasn’t in the mood for that.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked instead. “Should my team debunk the claims?”

“No, no.” She shook her head. “I just want to plan my revenge right away,” she replied, moving over to sit on his chair.

He sat on his bed and used a pillow to cover his bare chest. “So how do we proceed?” “I don’t know.” She shrugged and sighed. “I haven’t thought about it.”

He studied her for a moment. “What angle would you like for me to begin with?” Confusion etched her face. “Angle?”

“Yes, directions–like from you and me, or something from Thomas. You know, plan something,” he explained.

Her eyes lit as she stood up. “I like the idea of revenge on Mason through your brother. I know how much he’s jealous of Thomas–that would work perfectly.”

Silas didn’t like the way her eyes sparkled as she paced back and forth. There was something different about her, and it scared him a little.

“How do we start?” he asked.

Before she could respond, her phone rang, snapping her from her trance. She glanced at the screen and ignored it.

“It’s Cheryl,” Ivy said bitterly. “She just wants to gloat. God, it’s so annoying!”

“Just take it easy,” he said softly. “We’ll get through this.”

She nodded without looking at him, still pacing. Eventually, she stopped and then faced him.

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“Do you think it’ll be weird asking your brother for help with this?” she asked, too close to his face.

“We… he…”

“He’d be the best person to help us.” She straightened up, unaware of the tension she d caused in his groins. “I can’t wait to see Mason’s face when we start.”

“Sure,” Silas rephed.

“Thank you, Silas. You’re awesome,” she giggled. Then, she proceeded to the door.” Sorry I barged in like that–I was really mad.”

He nodded. “I understand.”

“And congratulations on our wedding,” she smiled.

His Ivy was back–that sparkle had died down and she was all pink on the cheeks.” Congratulations to us,” he said. “We should celebrate.”

She hesitated for a moment before giving in. “Sure.”

Silas picked up the intercom and dialed Monica. “Bring me a bottle of champagne and two glasses.”

Before long, Monica knocked on the door and entered with the drink. She smiled at lvy as she set the tray on the desk.

When they were alone again, Silas popped the bottle and filled their glass. He handed one glass to her and set the bottle aside.

To us,” he toasted.

“To us,” she cheered.

They drank in silence, observing each other over the rims of their glasses. He gestured for her seat while he sat on the bed.

“You still haven’t told me how your day went, with your dad,” Silas said.

Ivy’s cheeks colored as she sipped her drink. “It was okay.”

He raised his brow. “Okay?”

She was publicly disowned, and she thought that was okay?

Her blush deepened. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Alright then,” he said, standing. He refilled their glasses. “To not talking about terrible things.”

She laughed as he served her.

They drank in silence, watching each other.

“Do you have a place in mind now for your business?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“San Jose, maybe,” she said. “My mom had a restaurant there once.” Her voice

dropped to a whisper, and her eyes wandered.

She was lost in thought, and he didn’t want her to be. “Tell me about her.”

Ivy’s eves lit “Oh she was the life of the

Chapter 59 So Close Yet So Fat

And she went on, talking about how her mother worked so hard for her and her brother. She told him about her mother’s businesses, and how her father was in charge of them. By the time she spoke about her mother’s death, Silas had refilled their glasses

two more times.

“She sounds fun,” Silas said, sipping his drink. He was already tipsy.

“She was. Cool, too,” Ivy drawled, laughing. She finished her glass and belched. ” Excuse me,” she laughed.

He laughed too, hiccuping.

Ivy staggered to her feet, dropping her glass. Silas stood up to pick it at the same time she did. They bumped their heads, and Silas held her waist to prevent her from falling down.

“Ouch,” she said, laughing hard.

“Sorry,” he laughed as well.

She straightened up, but his hand remained on her waist. “I think I’ve had too much to drink,” she admitted.

“Yes, you have,” Silas agreed.

Ivy laughed again and fell on his bed.

Silas’s heart flipped at the sight. Ivy was on his bed, laughing and stretching on it. He laid on the bed too, looking her straight in the eyes.

Before he could control himself, Silas kissed her. He took her lips possessively. She responded willingly–too willingly–until he realized her mouth was wide open.

“Ivy?” he called, but there was no response.

She had fallen asleep.

Silas chuckled, sitting up. He looked at her sleepy face and it reminded him of their first night together. He would give anything to have that again.

He adjusted her and pulled a cover over her body. He then took a bath, and dressed up for bed. As he laid down next to her, his heart ached, knowing that she was so close to him, yet so far.

Slowly, he drifted to sleep.

The next morning, Silas got out of bed before Ivy. He called Bethany for a cup of black coffee and had it ready by the bed.

When Ivy woke up, her eyes widened with shock. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, gathering the covers against her body.