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Chapter 77: Guidelines For The Honeymoon.
The smile on Silas’s face faltered as he noticed the anger in lvy’s green eyes. He moved closer to the bed, wondering what had changed her mood so suddenly
“What is it? What happened?”
She glared at him, gesturing to the bed. I think you meant to bring someone else”
His brow furrowed at her statement, prompting him to look at the bed. His heart sk as his eyes landed on the name spelled out in rose petals.
“Oh my..” he trailed off. First he was shocked, then he became angry at Rachel. He turned to face Ivy, his anger melting almost immediately. Tm so sorry. It… It has to be a mistake,” he said, sounding as apologetic as he could be
Her lips pursed as she shook her head. Despite the anger in her eyes, he could see the hurt underneath, and it broke him
“I’m sorry” he muttered, moving closer. He tried to touch her, but she flinched.
“I just want to rest,” she whispered, her voice thick with hurt.
He nodded and withdrew his hand. He walked to the bed and dusted the petals off it, leaving a mess of roses on the floor.
Ivy didn’t care, she stepped over them and dusted off the remaining petals. She turned to him, avoiding his eyes. “I’d like to rest now, thank you.”
He stared at her, confusion racing through him.
Ivy sighed loudly. “Fine. Let me borrow your room for now until I go to mine. I’m too tired to move about, Silas”
He blinked. She thought this room was his alone. He considered telling her otherwise–that they were sharing a room–but he thought against it. She was angry, hurt, and exhausted. Now wasn’t the time.
“Alright,” he said instead. “Have a lovely rest.”
He stepped back, assessing the room as he walked toward the door. The large window overlooking the beach caught his eyes. He nodded, impressed by the view, before leaving.
As soon as he heard the click of the door, his anger flared again. The honeymoon preparations had been rushed, and he knew the presence of staff must have made Ivy uncomfortable, which was why he had Rachel surprise her.
Except now the surprise was ruined and Ivy was still uncomfortable.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed Rachel, his anger simmering.
“Hey, sir, are you in Fiji already?” Rachel asked, sounding bubbly on the phone.
Silas ignored her question. “What the hell was that stunt you pulled?”
“What–t sir… I don’t understand,” Rachel stuttered.
“The flowers. The name on the bed. Why was Kim written there?” he demanded, his voice cold.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I had no idea, Rachel said, her voice quavering. “T fix it and-”
Silas hung up before she could finish. There was nothing to fix the damage was already done.
He tucked his phone in his pocket and found a bar at the end of the corridor. Sitting at the counter, he tapped it to get the bartender’s attention.
“Fruit juice, please,” he said curtly.
As the bartender prepared his drink, his phone buzzed. It was a message from Rachel.
“Apologizes again sir. Your florist in Fiji made the mistake. She’s sending a bouquet as compensation.
Silas hissed as he locked the phone. Ivy had been humiliated and the bouquet was not going to do.
When his drink arrived he nodded gratefully to the waiter. As he sipped, an unsettling realization hit him when he saw Kim‘ s name, the first emotion he’d felt wasn’t anger–it was fear.
Fear that she was here.
Fiji was one of the destinations they enjoyed together. He couldn’t quite say why he had picked Fiji for his honeymoon with Ivy Maybe he missed the waters, the atmosphere, or maybe because Fiji reminded him of the person he used to be when
he was in love.
His phone rang again, interrupting his thoughts. He reached for it and saw it was Thomas on the line.
“Hey, Si, Thomas said
“Hey, bro. How are you?” Silas replied, taking a sip of his drink.
“I’m good. Are you in Fiji already?”
“Yup, just lan
Nice How is it going? How’s he
Slashesitated remembering the hurt in try’s eyes. “She’s resting” he sd quietly
“Well, I had my doubts about her Thomas admitted. “But with Eric Santos and Sonia back ‘ve had time to think And honestly, I’m grateful to her”
A line of pride warmed Silas’s chest. Tm glad
“Cocky much?” Thomas teased
Silas laughed. “You know it”
“What’s the plan now? How are you managing everything?” Thomas inquired
“My team has prepared a list of places we would see Silas explained. “I actually had them photoshopped a picture before
we left”
Thomas laughed 1 saw it–it looked real”
“I had to “He joined in the laughter Mason’s statement was too bold to ignore”
“Speaking of Mason Thomas said, his tone serious, “do you think the leaks are coming from the same person for both of us? Or two separate people?”
Silas’s stomach tightened. He’d intentionally avoided the thought of Mason’s leak being an insider because he just couldn’t handle the possibility of knowing that that person was closer.
“I don’t know” Silas admitted. “And it scares me to think that someone close to us could be working for Mason”
Thomas was silent for a moment. “I’m working on it. We’ll figure it out.”
1 know.”
hope you have fun regardless of anything,” Thomas said, his tone lightening
1 will” Silas replied, his heart aching with emotions.
“Take care, SL. My regards to Ivy.
“And mine to Rosie” Silas said before the call ended.
He returned to his drink, feeling a lot better after his conversation with
Thomas.
“Sir?”
Silas turned and saw Bud beside him. “You’re here, Silas smiled.
He had made his bodyguards arrive shortly after them. He figured the media might detect the lies if he and Ivy were surrounded by bodyguards.
“Yes, sir. How was the journey?” Bud asked.
“Great,” he replied. “I hope you know Ivy’s room. I want her protected.”
“Definitely, boss,” Bud nodded. He leaned forward and dropped an envelope on the table. The itinerary, sir.”
Silas nodded as he picked up the envelope. As much as he knew it was important to have guidelines for the honeymoon, it hurt him to know that it was so bland—just another performance for the public eye.
And knowing Ivy, she probably felt the same.
The file was a list of activities. Beside each event were dress codes, for both of them. The list was for two weeks, and he knew that when they were done, there was going to be a lifetime of pictures to flood the internet with
He checked the first activity on the list.
Dinner by 8pm, Dress code–beige.
His stomach knotted at the formality and he gulped down his drink to feel better. He flipped the pages, and reali was also a list of photographers, and the activities they would be covering
He closed the file, unable to check it out without feeling uncomfortable. He turned to Bud. “Book me another room, please
He was tired. He needed rest, and he knew for sure that he couldn’t wait until hvy woke up
Not even with a dinner planned at 8.
When Bud returned, Silas stood up, paid the waiter and followed Bud. As they walked down the corridor to his new room, Bud’s phone buzzed
Bud answered it, listened for a moment before turning to Silas. His face grim.
“What is it?” Silas asked
Bud hesitated before answering. “I just got information that Mason Hunter is on his way to Fujit
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