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Chapter 1971
Balfour yanked Ivy out of the Harris Group, guiding her to his car parked at the curb.
“Ivy, do you just let my words fly past your ears? Just yesterday I warned you to act with some decorum,
considering you’re Mrs. Howard now. And here you are, rushing to see Nolan. Can’t you wait?”
“What are you talking about?” Ivy’s heart sank at his tone, knowing Mr. High-and-Mighty had gotten the wrong end
of the stick again. “I was honestly here for a job interview. I had no clue that Nolan was the CEO!”
Balfour snorted with a smirk bordering on a sneer. “Old friends who ‘don’t know’ each other? Really?”
“I’m serious! Nolan and I went to high school together but weren’t exactly close. I don’t know anything about his
family. I just needed a job, that’s all.” Ivy’s defense sounded weak even to her, but she had to put it out there.
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His grip tightened on her wrist. “And who said you needed to work?”
Balfour’s gaze was icy, treating her as if she’d committed some grave sin.
“Let go, you’re hurting me.” Ivy struggled, trying to break free from his iron grasp. “Balfour, it really hurts! What
are you doing?”
His fingers clung to her arm, unyielding. “You’re Mrs. Howard now. You don’t need a job, especially not at some
other man’s company. Doing that, you’re just dragging the Howard name through the mud and making it seem as if
we’re not providing for you!”
“Ouch.” Ivy couldn’t help but whimper, tears threatening to spill.
At her pain, Balfour loosened his grip, suddenly aware he might’ve been too harsh. Looking down, he saw not just
the red marks from his grip but several scratches as well.
“I wasn’t planning to shame anyone. I was planning for my future! I can’t depend on the Howard fortune forever.
We’re not really married, and I want to be
her able to support myself in a year. Plus, I intend to repay you. I owe you three million dollars; how can I pay it
back without a job?” Ivy retracted her arm, skin flushed and marred with angry red marks, obviously aching.
Balfour’s expression softened slightly. “No one’s asking for the money back.”
“But I am. I said I’d borrow it, and I will pay it back!” Ivy was resolute.
She hadn’t stolen or done anything shady. She just wanted to earn her keep!
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The frustration that had been building in her chest clenched tight, and she blinked rapidly, swallowing the tears that
threatened to emerge.
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She wouldn’t give Balfour the satisfaction of seeing her cry. No matter how much it hurt, she wouldn’t give him that
power.
Balfour watched her, a strange twinge in his heart at the sight of her fighting back tears.
His moment of softness was fleeting. He handed her a napkin, wanting to say something but in the end, remained
silent.
Ivy was caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. She had pegged Balfour as someone who wouldn’t care about
anyone else’s feelings. Turns out, he
was somewhat human after all.
Thanks, it’s just stuffy in here, made me sweat, that’s all. I’m not crying!” Ivy’s stubbornness showed, but she still
took the napkin, dabbing at the corners of her reddened eyes.
Watching her stubborn defiance, Balfour huffed lightly.
This woman, lacking in many ways, but never in spirit.
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