âMe, going berserk? Why is it that when I bump into you, you freak out, but that guy was just inches away from you and itâs all cool?â
Balfourâs eyes narrowed, a threatening glint flashing within their depths.
âWhat? You think I was up to no good with Ryan in my dressing room?â
Ivy scoffed, pointing at herself in disbelief, while Balfour remained silent, his silence a tacit agreement.
âHa! What do you take me for, Balfour? You donât respect me, and you think nobody else does either, huh?â
She took a couple of agitated steps back, putting more distance between herself and this infuriating man.
Not to mention, when he barged in, the dressing room door was wide open. If she had any ulterior motives, she definitely wouldnât choose such a public venue.
vy and Balfour only signed a contract, for heavenâs sake; he wasnât her husband. What right did he have to lay hands on her the way he just did?
âWhat does this have to do with respect? You were all cozy with that guy. Is that supposed to be okay?â
Balfourâs haughty, superior demeanor only fueled Ivyâs anger.
âItâs none of your business! I was working! Donât forget, Balfour, our contract didnât include a clause about meddling in each otherâs social lives.â
Ivy snapped back.
Since Balfour kept twisting the knife in her heart, it was high time she set things straight.
âWhat are you implying? That you want to remind me of our contractual obligations now?â Ivy let out a bitter laugh, though it was laced with pain.
âIâm just reiterating the terms you set yourself. When you made that clause, werenât you afraid Iâd develop feelings and trap you?â
The contract explicitly forbade Ivy from having feelings for Balfour, but she couldnât help herself, and she loathed herself for it.
She was already down on herself; she wouldnât allow him to trample on her dignity any further.
âIvy, last time we talked, I asked you to reconsider our relationship. Have you forgotten?â
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âIt wasnât me that have forgotten; it was you- Ivyâs voice cracked in frustration. She couldnât believe Balfour had the audacity to play the victim.
It was he who had forgotten everything after Maraâs call, not even bothering to bring it up again!
And now he had the nerve to bring it up in front of her, as if she were some plaything to entertain him when he was in the mood?
If Mara was so wonderful, why didnât he have her act in this farce?
The thought only deepened Ivyâs heartache.
This one-sided love affair had already brought her enough misery; she couldnât take it anymore.
âThis is no excuse for you to be so intimate with other men!â Balfour said condescendingly, gripping Ivyâs shoulders, trying to peer into the depths of her soul.
âIâve given you plenty of time. Havenât you figured it out yet?â Balfour asked.
Ivy shook her head with tear-filled eyes, fuming, âIâve made it clear. Thereâs nothing between us, and I donât want there to be anything!â
âWhy?â Balfourâs expression transitioned from shock to confusion, âBut you clearlyâ¦â