Chapter 71: Interior Designers.
“Oh shit,” Ivy cussed as she sank on the bed.
She threw her purse on the floor and buried her face in her palm. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment as Silas’s rejection replayed in her mind. Her excitement had died immediately he turned away.
Ivy fell back on the bed, exhaling as she did. If there was an advantage to the rejection, it was that it had reduced her excitement, it had brought her back to reality. Now, she was seriously exhausted.
She sprang out of bed, took off her shoes, her gown and her underwear and went to have a long bath. The cool water in the shower eased out the tension building in her
chest.
When she came out of the bathroom, she heard her phone buzzing. With a towel around her hair, she walked over to the table and picked it.
She frowned when she realized she had two missed calls from Mason, and then a message. She sat on the bed and read it.
‘You’ll pay for it.
The single line was cold and sharp, and it made her stomach knot with fear. Though she knew Mason deserved everything she was doing to him–and what she planned to do, she couldn’t quite shake off the fear.
She locked her phone, refusing to give in to the fear creeping up her spine.
“Fuck off,” she muttered dropping the phone beside her.
She laid on the bed, determined to reminisce on the joy she’d felt seeing Mason
miserable.
The next day, Ivy was woken by a knock on her door. She stretched, yawned and left the bed as she trudged to answer it.
“Yes?”
“It’s me, Ivy,” Monica said from the other side.
Ivy opened the door and walked back to the bed.
“Good morning. How was your night?” Monica asked, her tone light.
“It was good,” Ivy said, rubbing her eyes. “How was yours?”
“Great,” Monica smiled. “How did the party go? Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I did,” Ivy said. “Thanks for helping me get ready.”
“You’re welcome,” Monica nodded. “Your husband would like you to join him for breakfast.”
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Ivy stiffened as she remembered last night, but she quickly composed herself before Monica noticed. “Alright, thank you.”
Monica nodded and left the room. Ivy sighed, going to the bathroom to shower and
brush her teeth.
Ivy dressed in a white and brown gown. As she adjusted the gown, her phone buzzed. She jumped, her heart pounding as she recollected Mason’s threat.
When she realized it was an unknown number, she was relieved, but then suspicion quickly replaced the relief. It was most likely Mason calling again or even Cheryl. She ignored the call. She wasn’t going to give either of them the pleasure of ruining her day.
She left the phone on the bed and stepped out. When she got downstairs, she saw Silas seated in the living room, working on his laptop.
“Good morning,” he said without looking up.
Good morning,” Ivy replied, heat creeping up her neck.
“How was your night?” Silas asked, lifting his head this time.
Her blush deepened. “Good and yours?”
“Great,” he replied with a smile. “Come, have a seat.” He gestured to one of the
couches.
Ivy chose the couch furthest from him, her cheeks burning as she sat.
Silas closed his laptop and turned to her fully. “We should be having breakfast together, but I still have a lot of work to do,” he said, stood up and picked a brown folder from the table beside him.
“What’s this?” she asked, collecting the folder.
“It’s a list of interior designers Rachel put together. I want you to go through it and make your choice,” Silas explained.
“Thank you,” she smiled.
“You’re welcome,” Silas said. “We also need to set a date and destination for our honeymoon.”
Ivy’s stomach tightened. “Honeymoon?”
“Yes,” Silas nodded. “The media is starting to suspect this is a contract marriage. No normal couple would skip their honeymoon.”
The knot in her stomach tightened as she nodded. Having a honeymoon, possibly sharing a room, travelling to a foreign country with Silas, was definitely not part of the deal she signed.
He seems to have detected her discomfort because his tone softened. “I know you don’t want to, but if we’re going to make this convincing, we need to do it.”
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“I understand,” she said, swallowing.
Silas nodding, bending to pick up his laptop. “I’ll let you choose the destination,” he added as though he was doing her a huge favor.
“Thank you,” she said flatly, her mind racing at the thought of pretending to be in love in public.
“Bud will take you to your new building once you’ve selected your design,” Silas continued. “They’ve all been paid, so whoever you pick will meet you there today.”
Ivy nodded, touched by the gesture. “Thank you.”
“I also spoke to Thomas this morning about Eric, he was pleased. He sent his regards,” Silas said with a smile.
“Oh,” Ivy said, avoiding his gaze. “Alright. It’s no big deal.”
But it was a slightly big deal. Thomas had accepted Eric without seeing him, but she wasn’t even sure if Eric was willing to leave his job and work with Thomas.
“I’ll see you later, Ivy,” Silas said, turning to leave.
“Bye,” she said after him.
When she was alone in the living room, she opened the folder and went through the designs. Each designer’s picture was placed on the opposite page with their collections of various designs.
When she reached the fourth page, she was instantly captivated by the simplicity and opulence of the designs.
“Tim New,” she said out loud as she observed his designs. His style was feminine and intriguing, and at that moment she knew she had made her choice.
She checked out the rest of the designers just to be sure of her choice. When she was fully certain it was Tim New she wanted, she closed the folder and went to the dinning room for breakfast
After eating, she went upstairs and called Silas.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” he replied. “Made your choice yet?”
“Yes. Tim New,” she said, excitement filling her voice.
“Great choice,” Silas said, sounding pleased. “I’ll let him know. He will meet you at the new building.”
“Alright, thank you, Silas,” she said, unable to hide her delight.
“You’re welcome. See you later,” Silas said.
“Bye,” she said and ended the call. “Yes! Yes!” she cheered, jumping up and down with excitement.
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