Chapter 3: Sweet words, just for him

Ivy was silent for a moment, then raised her eyelids and said calmly, "If I remember correctly, Charles and I were in love with each other, so you wouldn't want to settle scores now, right?"

She and Jack cheated on each other, but she was careful and chose Charles, whom Jack could not afford to offend. The only mistake she made was that Charles, who was supposed to go his own way, appeared in front of her.

Charles did not respond immediately, and the car continued to move forward steadily. Just when Ivy thought he would not speak again, he said something that surprised her.

"Do you mind trying to become a long-term partner?"

Ivy looked at him in astonishment. She never expected that the legendary Charles would make such a request. However, she had no intention of getting to know Jack's entire circle of friends, so she refused without hesitation: "I refuse."

At the same time, Ivy's phone vibrated, and it was another unfamiliar number. But this time the other party did not give her a chance to reject the call, but sent a message directly.

[You're not going to answer the phone, are you? I'm waiting for you at the gate of your neighborhood. If you can, don't come back! ]

[I have plenty of ways to deal with you. Don't think that just because you hook up with Charles, he will take you seriously. Would he need a woman like you?]

What a lunatic!

Ivy took a deep breath, and just as Charles looked away, her hand quietly touched his thigh. "I think I should take back what I said just now. Do you want to come to my house and sit down?"

Ever since sending that message, Ivy felt as if everything was out of control.

Her and Charles' figures were reflected in the elevator mirror, separated only by a small suitcase, and the air was filled with a sticky and ambiguous atmosphere.

The feeling of being watched came over her again. However, compared to Jack who might jump out from the corner at any time, Ivy would rather take Charles upstairs.

" Ding——" The elevator stopped in the middle and a group of people came in.

Ivy stepped back, but her waist was firmly held by a pair of big hands. She froze and could clearly feel the familiar breath lingering in her nose. Through a thin layer of clothing, the hand seemed to be moving towards her side zipper.

Ivy felt it was ridiculous and even wondered if she was hallucinating. On the smooth mirror of the elevator, the man looked elegant and cold, well-dressed, and no one could imagine what his hands were doing at the moment.

"Aren't you going to work today?" The upstairs neighbor greeted enthusiastically, glancing at Charles, "What about your boyfriend? He's pretty good."

Ivy couldn't laugh because Charles' hand was already moving upwards.

"Just friends." She forced a smile.

The neighbor laughed gossipingly, "I understand, you young people have a sentimental attitude."

Ivy: “…”

Fortunately, the elevator had already reached the floor. Ivy whispered, "We're here."

"Yeah." Charles responded in a low voice, picked up her suitcase directly, and with his other hand protected her from the crowd, he walked out of the elevator.

Ivy lived in a two-family apartment with one floor. Charles looked at the house number and followed her inside.

As soon as she opened the door and went in, she was directly pressed against the entrance area by the man. The sensor light turned on instantly, the door closed, and his hot breath sprayed on her ears.

"Friend?" He chuckled, his hand already touching her zipper, "Is it okay to come to a friend like you like this?" Soft and thin fabric fell to her ankles. He put his hand under her knees and picked her up. Her long hair drew a beautiful arc in the air, and she looked at him.

"Why did you change your mind again?" Charles asked directly.

Ivy was speechless. She couldn't say that she was trying to get rid of a problem, but ended up getting into a bigger problem, right?

Her finger subconsciously stroked his shoulder. Her clear eyes looked straight at him. With her face, she was simply a living aphrodisiac. He didn't know if other men could resist such temptation, but he felt that his 27 years of self-control became a joke at this moment.

" Does Charles want to hear the truth or a lie?" she asked softly.

Charles sneered and turned her over, holding her with one hand, and his hand slowly became wanton. Ivy didn't expect him to be here...

"No...that..." she reminded softly, not expecting the man to remember to take precautions.

"Take it yourself." Charles handed over a wallet. Ivy grabbed it and opened it in panic, and indeed found a wallet inside.

Oh, man! No matter how sanctimonious you are, you still remember to bring these things!

Charles knew what she was thinking by the look on her face. But he didn't need to explain anything. He was prepared, and there was nothing wrong with admitting it.

In her confusion, she was completely controlled by him.

Just then, the phone on the cabinet at the door rang. Neither of them had any intention of touching it, but the person on the other side seemed determined not to give up. Ivy frowned, and had already guessed who it was.

For some unknown reason, Jack didn't meet her at the gate of the community, so he started bombarding her with calls.

Because Ivy was a little uncooperative, Charles took a deep breath and impatiently stretched out his arm to press the answer button.

The man probably didn't expect Ivy to answer the phone. After a moment of silence, he started to curse wildly, no longer having the gentlemanly manners he usually had.

" You still know how to answer the phone!? You dared to bring Charles up there just now? What was he doing up there? What did you want to do after staying there for so long? Ivy , let me tell you, without me, you can't move forward in the company! You still want to be promoted to administrative supervisor this year? You better be smart and send Charles away!"

There was no need to turn on the speaker; in the quiet environment, his voice was full of malice and warning.

Ivy 's chest was heaving with anger. This bastard! Whether she got promoted or not depended on her own ability, but he really had the ability to make her unable to get by in the company. Who made her not have a powerful and good father?

Charles pinched her face, looked at her with a smile, and raised his thin lips slightly. Ivy realized that her little thoughts were discovered by him when he looked at her.

"Don't bite so hard." Charles suddenly warned.

Ivy blushed, feeling guilty and not knowing where to look. He had stripped her completely naked, while he was dressed neatly, with not a hair messed up. This made her look particularly embarrassed, without any momentum at all.

" Scream for him to hear." Charles opened his mouth, and Ivy was biting her lips tightly, suppressing the sound that was about to come out of her throat.

Seeing that Ivy didn't speak, Charles exerted a little force, and she finally couldn't help but hum. The sound was so loud that it could drip water, and the phone exploded instantly.

"Fuck! Ivy! Get off my feet, you hear me!"

Ivy cursed in her heart: Why the hell don't you get up here? You only dare to yell downstairs! You're spewing shit at me, why don't you call Charles? You know you can't afford to offend me!

Ivy also knew that Charles was angry, and she knew when to act. She hugged his neck and kissed him on the corner of his lips in a coquettish manner.

Charles' eyes darkened behind the lenses, and he reached out and took off his glasses. "You made a good choice."

He would indeed help her, otherwise he would not have entered her room last night.

He put the phone to his ear and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

Jack, who was sitting in the car, was so scared when he heard the cold voice that he immediately hung up the phone.

Oh, look, he doesn’t even have the ability to confront Charles!

Ivy's eyes flashed with disdain. He did it on the first day of the month, and she did it on the fifteenth. Adults pay for their own choices, and there is nothing to regret.

However, Ivy didn't expect that the price of angering Jack to death would be so high. From the door to the living room, from the living room to the bathroom, and then to the master bedroom... By the time it was over, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyelids.

Charles leaned against the bed, stroking her back from time to time. To be honest, if it was a call girl, Ivy felt that her salary could not afford such good after-sales service.

" How does it feel to use me?" he asked softly.

Ivy didn't say anything, mainly because she was really tired. She was so tired that her brain couldn't work anymore, and she couldn't figure out whether Charles felt that he had been wronged and wanted to get back at him. But she also fed the wolf with her own body, didn't she?

"I'll give you a week to think about it," he said slowly, "I hope I can hear a satisfactory answer."