Chapter 30 Ivy gasped , stepping back as if Silas was a wild animal about to pounce . And maybe he was - because deep down , he couldn't deny the primal urge to ravish her . " You …. need to leave , " she said firmly , though her voice wobbled , and her cheeks turned scarlet . Silas lingered by the door , letting his gaze do the talking . God , she was beautiful .

His eyes dropped to the curve of her chest , and as he remembered how her juice had stained his trousers , he instantly became hard . " Silas , please ! " she urged . The desperation , the vulnerability in her eyes made him just want to stride toward her , claim her seductive lips , spread her legs , and take her . But he was no animal . He was a civilized man . And it was that piece of civility - the remaining of his self - control - that held him back .

He didn't even know why he'd come here in the first place . All he knew was that he had to . After their kiss earlier , he'd thought that when Thomas and the others left , they might continue from where they'd stopped . Maybe he could even convince her to let him take things further . But when she pushed him away , it had surprisingly hurt him . He wasn't a womanizer , but the few women he'd been with had never Jurned him down . Nobody turned him down . Except this one . His wife .

The one with the haunting green eyes . He stepped forward , and she flinched , backing away further . Her reaction almost made him chuckle out loud . " I just want to talk , and drop this , " he waved the new phone he just got her . Her nose flared , and her eyes narrowed . " You can do that when I'm fully dressed ." Her face instantly radiated with regret as she realized what she'd said . The mention of her being almost naked made his blood sizzle .

" I can always talk when you're completely naked as well , " he teased . " That's not funny ," she snapped . He chuckled . " I'm sorry . " It was when he saw her face - the sheer discomfort in her eyes did he stop chuckling . What was wrong with him ? Guilt seeped into his chest . First , he'd confessed how she made him feel - how he loses his head and composure around her .

Then her rejection had stung him , and now here he was , staring at her wrapped in a towel , clearly making her uncomfortable . Heat burned his cheeks , and his shoulders slumped as he finally gave into regret . " I'm sorry . I'll leave . " Without waiting for her response , he turned and walked out of her room . " What the hell , Silas ? " he muttered to himself as he headed to the living room . He was embarrassed of his actions , embarrassed of his feelings .

He sank into the couch just as a maid in uniform passed by . " Bring me a bottle of vodka , " he ordered without looking up . Maybe if he sharpened his emotions with alcohol , he might get better use of them . The maid soon returned with a bottle and a glass . She pulled out a table , placed them gingerly on it and left . Silas dragged the table closer , poured himself a drink , and took a long sip . Maybe Ivy was angry at him . But would an angry woman have kissed him like that ?

Pressed her body against his ? Even if she was , it was justified . He'd made major decisions without her , like moving their wedding up to three days away . Recalling the shock on her face when he'd told her haunted him a little . He thought fulfilling the obligations of the contract - saving Thomas's reputation - was paramount . But in doing so , he had neglected Ivy's emotions . The realization left a sadness in his chest . He would make it up to her , he vowed .

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Reaching for his phone , he dialed Rachel's number , 1/3 11:52 AM Chapter 30 She picked up immediately . " Hello , sir . " " Hi Rachel ," he said , taking a sip of his drink . " What's a good way to spoil my wife - besides clothes and jewelry ? " Rachel sounded taken aback . " Uh … something expensive , sir ? " " Yes . " " You could give her the Panther , " Rachel suggested . " Or a holiday trip to someplace nice . " Silas's eyes glinted with delight . " How about both ?

" The Panther was the most expensive car he had created - elegant , powerful , sleek . It was one of his best sellers and he knew Ivy would love it . " I don't know her favorite color yet , " he continued . " But have the Panther ready in white until I find out . And book two weeks in the Maldives , Italy - anywhere romantic ." " Right away , sir , " Rachel replied . " Anything else ? " " That's all . Thanks , Rachel ." He hung up . As he sipped , his mind wandered .

He couldn't wait to see Ivy's face when she saw the car . A feeling of dissatisfaction followed as he realized he had to do more . Then it struck him . She'd looked uncomfortable when Thomas mentioned her family . Maybe she hadn't told them about the sudden wedding ? He could call her father right now and invite him . The thought filled him with delight . Reaching for his phone again , he called Rachel back . " Hello , Rachel . Can you find Patrick Scott's number for me ? " " Of course , sir .

" Moments later , a message popped up with the number . He dialed the line . The line rang three times before it was picked . " Yes ? " Patrick Scott's voice was impatient and harsh . " Hello , Mr. Scott . This is Silas Stone , " Silas said evenly . There was a long silence before Patrick replied . " What do you want ? " Silas was stunned by the unwelcoming tone , but he didn't let that shake him .

" As you know , I am officially married to your daughter , Ivy , " he said , pride welling in his voice . " We're having our wedding in three days , and I wanted to personally invite you before she does ." Patrick scoffed followed by a small laugh . " Did she put you up to this ? Did she ask you to call me ? " . " What ? No , " Silas said , his voice filled with confusion . " She didn't put me up to anything , this was my idea . I just wanted to invite you first before she does .

I know the wedding is happening so quickly which is why I- " " Well , I don't care ! " Patrick snapped , cutting him off . " I know what you people are about . Using vulnerable women- " Excuse me ? " Silas interjected , his tone sharp . " I really don't care if you're using her. I don't care about your wedding - soon or not . You can have her . I disowned that girl already . She's no daughter of mine . " Silas froze , stunned by Patrick's words .

How could a father speak about his child like that ? Anger rose in his chest as he realized he was talking about Ivy - his Ivy ! " I don't know what your problem is , but you will not speak about Ivy that way ." His voice trembled , the alcohol in his system adding to his anger . Patrick fell silent , then spoke coldly . " Have a good day , Silas Stone ." The line went dead . 2/3 Chapter 30 Silas stared at his phone in disbelief . What just happened ? His mind raced with confusion .

It was then it dawned on him : aside from knowing Ivy was Mason's ex - wife , loved photography , had an aunt named May , and a father who owned restaurants , he knew almost nothing personally about her . His blood simmered as his phone buzzed . Rachel was calling again . " What ? " he asked , keeping his anger in check . " Sir , " Rachel said , her voice tense . " Mr. Dylan Wright is in your office . He … says he has to see you ." 3/3