The prestigious Maybach slowly stopped next to Ivy Sumrs. Julian Jacobs got out of the car, opened a black umbrella, and approached Ivy Sumrs. "Ma’am?"
"Julian, why are you here?"
"I... was passing by. Ma’am, please get in my car. I’ll give you a ride."
Ivy Sumrs glanced at Julian’s car. "Wouldn’t it be too much trouble for you?"
"It’s no trouble at all. The rain is too heavy. Please, get in the car quickly."
Julian escorted Ivy Sumrs, opened the door to the back seat, and Ivy got in. Julian put away the umbrella and drove off.
The car’s heater was on, and as soon as Ivy got in, she felt her body enveloped in warmth, dispelling the chill.
Julian handed over a coat from the front. "Ma’am, the weather has been getting colder recently, and you’re wearing little. Please, put this on."
Ivy Sumrs took the coat. It was a woman’s coat, still new.
"Why do you have a woman’s coat in your car?"
"Uh...it’s my girlfriend’s, my girlfriend’s..."
Ivy Sumrs folded it neatly and placed it aside.
"Ma’am, why aren’t you wearing it?"
"It’s not appropriate."
As a woman, Ivy Sumrs understood that no matter how generous a woman was, she wouldn’t like her clothes being given to another woman by her boyfriend.
Ivy Sumrs was very mindful of this.
Julian glanced at the woman behind him through the rearview mirror. "Ma’am, why are you here alone?"
"I had so business. How about you, did you find a new job?"
Julian gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Rest assured, ma’am, I found one."
In fact, as soon as Damien Lancaster woke up, he called Julian back.
He was Damien Lancaster’s special assistant; it’s not a job anyone could just leave or take.
"That’s good."
Ivy Sumrs replied simply, no longer speaking, and lowered her head to look at the box in her arms, gently stroking it.
What was in this box that her mother had knelt for an entire day and night to get back in the past?
The box was locked, and Ivy Sumrs didn’t know the password. She would have to slowly figure it out at ho.
Maybe the heater in the car was too much, as Ivy Sumrs soon felt her entire body heating up, her mouth dry, and her consciousness becoming a bit blurred.
Ivy Sumrs opened the window. The cold wind blew in, and she felt slightly better.
But soon, waves of heat surged through her body again.
Ivy Sumrs felt sothing was wrong, furrowing her brows while thinking of the strange scent inside the compartnt.
There was a problem with that scent.
She had anticipated they might use so underhanded tactics, and she had reminded herself not to eat anything there.
But still, she couldn’t avoid it.
Ivy Sumrs tugged at her collar, leaning against the window, greedily breathing in the cool, moist air outside.
The hospital was an hour’s drive away, even longer if traffic was heavy.
This area was actually quite close to her ho.
Ivy Sumrs bit her lip. "Julian, forget the hospital. Please take ho."
"Ho? Ma’am, is your body ready to be discharged?"
Ivy Sumrs had suffered an external injury, and after more than half a month’s recuperation, she was almost fully recovered.
"Yes, please take ho."
Seeing her insistence, Julian sent her back ho.
Twenty minutes later, at the doorstep, Ivy Sumrs almost fled out of the car.
The mont her feet touched the ground, her legs nearly gave way, almost causing her to fall.
It was still raining outside, and Julian got out, sheltering her with the umbrella.
"Ma’am?"
Ivy Sumrs avoided his hand as if she had been shocked. "I can go back on my own."
Julian noticed sothing was off with Ivy’s complexion. "Ma’am, are you feeling unwell?"
Ivy Sumrs bit her tongue, using the pain to cling to her sanity.
"No... just go, I’ll head inside first..."
Right now, the blood in Ivy Sumrs’ entire body felt like it was boiling, making it impossible for her to stand steadily.
"Ma’am? The umbrella..."
Ivy Sumrs didn’t even take the umbrella, stumbling back ho in a hurry.
Julian was a bit worried and called Damien Lancaster.
"Sir, I don’t know what happened, but Madam went ho instead of going to the hospital. She didn’t look well."
"Take her to the hospital."
"Madam refused."
After a mont of silence, Damien Lancaster’s low voice ca through. "I understand."
Breathing heavily, Ivy Sumrs collapsed on the ground as soon as she got ho.
The house was empty, the ground floor pitch black. Ella Morgan, fearing danger, had taken Nathan and Leo to stay with Noah Scott.
Ivy Sumrs shed her rain-soaked, heavy coat and went upstairs.
Returning to her room, Ivy Sumrs felt a trace of security, allowing her tightly wound nerves to relax slightly.
Putting down the box, Ivy Sumrs entered the bathroom, filled the bathtub with cold water, and imrsed herself entirely in it. Only then did the scorching heat in her body slightly subside.
At that mont, a call ca in.
It was Nina Sumrs. "Ivy Sumrs, how dare you run away! What did you tell President Holloway? He canceled all the business with our Sumrs Family, and Grandma is furious. You better get back here imdiately."
Ivy Sumrs bit her lip.
"Where did you run off to? Are you feeling miserable now? The drug I bought could bring down a bull."
Ivy Sumrs let out a soft snort. "Do you think that’ll make surrender?"
"Ha, you won’t hold out for long. I’ll be magnanimous and give you two options. One, suffer until the drug’s effects make you miserable to death. Two, co back now, and I’ll find you a man to resolve it, and we’ll forgive you, not pursuing tonight’s incident. Choose one."
"Get lost!"
Ivy Sumrs tossed the phone aside, clenching her fists, not knowing how long the drug’s effects would last. She closed her eyes, enduring silently.
She didn’t know how much ti had passed until the bathroom door was pushed open, and Damien Lancaster scooped Ivy Sumrs out of the cold water.
"Ivy?"
The familiar, deep, magnetic male voice prompted Ivy Sumrs to grip his strong arm and slightly open her eyes.
Damien Lancaster had just co in from outside, bringing with him a chill, and Ivy Sumrs could only feel that the aura emanating from him made her body feel slightly more comfortable.
Damien raised his hand, his strong arm encircling her slender waist, lifting her out of the bathtub and carrying her out of the bathroom.
"Uncomfortable..."
"Where does it hurt?"
The warm breath from the woman sprayed his neck as Damien lowered his head, noticing her thin, soaked clothes clinging to her, accentuating her curves...
Damien Lancaster averted his gaze, placed her on the bed, and noticed the flush on Ivy Sumrs’ cheeks. He frowned, imdiately realizing sothing.
She had been drugged.
Damien was about to pick up Ivy again when she murmured softly, "Don’t move..."
Just hold for a while, just a mont, holding makes it less uncomfortable...
Damien was stunned, "Ivy, do you know who I am?"
Damien looked down, staring deeply at her, only to find that she was currently not clear-headed.
Indeed, Ivy Sumrs would only be willing to embrace him when she wasn’t clear-headed.
When she was sober, all she wanted was to kill him.
This was also the reason why he only dared to secretly see her at night since he woke up.
He was afraid she would get too emotional upon seeing him.
He also dared not let her know he had woken up.
Afraid that once he was awake, even those occasional two slaps would cease.
Damien pressed his lips tightly, picked up Ivy, carried her into the bathroom, and placed her back into the bathtub.
Ivy lay slanted in the bathtub, eyes closed, her slender fingers slightly curled, still clutching his clothes, not letting go.
Damien lowered his gaze, fixing it on her hands, gently held them, and sat beside the bathtub, accompanying her.
Once Ivy felt a bit more comfortable, Damien finally lifted her out of the bathtub.
Ivy’s clothes were all wet, and Damien had no choice but to help her take them off.
Her fair, bare body made Damien close his eyes, taking several deep breaths, repeatedly restraining his inner desires, helping her dry off before carrying her back to the bed.
After all the trouble, Damien’s chest wound sohow tore open again, oozing fresh blood.
Once Ivy was settled, Damien went to find a dical kit, took off his shirt, and re-bandaged his wound.
By then, he hadn’t noticed the woman on the bed slowly waking up.
Ivy was just hot, and now she’s cold, instinctively pulling the blanket tighter, only to feel her bare body.
Initially still groggy, Ivy instantly snapped awake, opened her eyes, lifted the blanket gently for a look, and her scalp tingled.
She imdiately saw a man in front of her, bare-chested, sitting with his back to her.
Ivy’s expression tightened, she slowed her breathing, grabbed a coat from the bed to drape over herself, and then picked up the lamp on the table, clutching it with both hands, inching toward the man.
When Damien heard the commotion and turned around, "thud," the lamp slamd heavily against his head.
Damien couldn’t make a sound; warmth trickled down his head before he collapsed.
Ivy thought there was a pervert in the house; she struck fiercely, and looking down, she saw the person collapsed on the floor was indeed Damien Lancaster!
Damien?
He’s awake!
Ivy’s mouth ford an O shape. Noticing the dical kit nearby, he had taken off his shirt, seemingly tending to a wound.
Ivy checked herself; there was no discomfort in her body, and she rembered being in the bathtub, now undressed from her wet clothes and on the bed.
Clearly, Damien had done this, yet he hadn’t done anything inappropriate to her, even torn his own wound while carrying her.
Ivy looked at the unconscious Damien and the blood trickling from his head, clutching her head in frustration, crouched down to check his injuries, "Damien? Damien? Wake up."
But she wasn’t a doctor and couldn’t tell how serious it was; the blood was flowing quite a bit.
He should have just woken up, still weak, and if the bleeding continued, it could kill him.
Ivy imdiately scrambled up to find her phone, called for an ambulance.
Damien couldn’t die here with her.
After all this, she changed into dry clothes, grabbed a large towel to press against Damien’s head.
"What are you doing?" A deep male voice ca from above her.
Ivy looked up and saw Noah Scott standing at the door.
Ivy saw him as her savior.
"Noah! Quick! Co help !"
Noah looked at the motionless Damien, "Help bury the body?"
"..." Ivy, "He’s just passed out. I called for an ambulance; help carry him downstairs."
Noah glanced at the ssy bed and the shirtless Damien, his brow furrowing slightly, "Did he hurt you?"
"No! It’s a long story; just don’t let him die here."
As Ivy struggled to lift Damien but lacked strength, after pulling at him for a while, he still didn’t budge an inch.
Noah saw her struggling, working up a sweat, and reluctantly rolled up his sleeves, stepping forward, "Move aside."
Ivy stepped aside, Noah bent his knee slightly, using his sturdy arms to lift Damien effortlessly, carrying him out with large strides.
A princess carry!
Ivy was slightly stunned.
Noah carrying Damien indeed gave off a sense of overpowering boyfriend strength.
There was no ti to think more as she heard the ambulance approaching downstairs.
Grabbing Damien’s clothes, Ivy went downstairs to see Noah roughly tossing Damien onto a stretcher.
Yes, tossing!
Damien’s head even knocked against it, a "thud" sounding painful.
Ivy worried this would render Damien dumb.
The doctor stopped, looking at the two of them, "Which of you is family, to accompany him to the hospital."
Sending Damien to the hospital was already the height of Ivy’s goodwill.
"Leave your hospital’s address; I’ll call his assistant later to have them co over."
"Alright."
Damien was taken away by ambulance, and as Ivy turned around, she bumped into Noah’s arms.
Noah had sohow stood behind her, startling her.
As Ivy tried to step back, Noah grabbed her wrist, "Don’t run."
"Tell why Damien was with you tonight?"
Ivy didn’t know either; when she awoke, Damien was already there.
"I’m not sure."
Ivy didn’t want to discuss Damien; she wanted to go ho, yet her wrist was still firmly held by the man.
"Ivy, are you still tangled up with him?"
"I don’t want to be, but tonight... I really don’t know why he was at my place."
Noah stared at her with deep, piercing eyes, "He has feelings for you."
"You’ve got to be kidding."
Noah wasn’t joking, "Ivy, do you know the most straightforward way to break off with him?"
"What?"
"Start a new life, so marry , and I’ll take you back to Yrador."
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