Wrong Flirt, Right Trouble: His Uncle Pulls Me Close

Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Pleasing Him

Ivy Sherwood and Nina Scott were eating at a restaurant inside the mall. After their meal, Nina seemed to have an emergency at her studio, so she left first.

Ivy wasn’t in a hurry, so she stayed behind and browsed around on her own.

Iris had also opened a branch in this mall. Ivy just watched from a distance. The store was bustling with people, many of them trying out the perfumes. Seeing them enjoy her products made Ivy very happy.

Ivy called Edie and asked her to post an announcement: tomorrow, all Iris products would be fifty percent off as her way of giving back to everyone.

Ivy wandered over to another section. This was the clothing area, and she realized it had been a long time since she’d bought any clothes for herself.

Her gaze fell on a tie clip, and she picked it up. Just then, a sales associate walked over. "Miss, you have excellent taste. This tie clip is understated yet luxurious. Are you buying it for your husband?"

The word "husband" made Ivy’s heart skip a beat, and she quickly put the clip down. "No, I’m just getting it for a friend."

"This would be a great gift for a friend, too."

Ivy imagined Quentin Blackwood wearing it. ’He probably has plenty of tie clips and might not even use this one, but I still want to give it to him.’

Quentin Blackwood had helped her so much. In fact, she felt that a mere gift wasn’t nearly enough to express her gratitude.

A while ago, she had her eye on a men’s watch. It cost sixteen million and was a limited edition of one.

She had set several alarms just to snag it. She didn’t know if it was just her amazing luck, but she had actually managed to buy it.

Ivy had wanted to give that to Quentin Blackwood, too, but it hadn’t arrived yet.

"Please wrap it up for me," Ivy said without even looking at the price.

"Of course!" The associate went happily to wrap it for Ivy.

The tie clip cost over a hundred thousand. If she were buying something for herself, Ivy probably wouldn’t have been willing to spend that much. Money was tight, and she had to be frugal.

But when buying for Quentin Blackwood, whether it was the watch or the tie clip, Ivy didn’t hesitate for a second. She didn’t even bat an eye.

’If I’m going to Norhaven to see Quentin Blackwood tonight, I can give this to him then!’

Ivy went home first. In the afternoon, she received a call from the watch brand, informing her that the item had been delivered.

’What a coincidence. I can give them both to Quentin Blackwood at the same time.’

That afternoon, Caleb Blackwood sent over the drafted announcement declaring the cancellation of the engagement between the Blackwood and Sherwood families.

Ivy reviewed it. There were no major issues, so after tweaking a few details, she sent it back to Caleb Blackwood.

Once they confirmed everything with Caleb Blackwood, the Blackwood Family posted it online.

Ivy also posted the announcement on her own Weibo account: "Thank you all for your concern during this time. As of today, I have no further connection to the Blackwood Family. I wish Mr. Silas Blackwood the best in finding his true love."

The moment she posted it, the topic shot up the hot search rankings.

The tumultuous affair of the broken engagement had finally come to a conclusion.

Many people were happy for Ivy. After all, she was better off without a scumbag like Silas Blackwood.

Others claimed Ivy was just doing it for publicity and that she would one day regret not marrying into the Blackwood Group.

But no matter what people said online, it didn’t affect Ivy at all. Just looking at the announcement of the cancelled engagement made her incredibly happy.

From this day forward, no one could force her to marry again. She and the Blackwood Family truly had nothing to do with each other anymore!

It was such a relief—she had never felt so happy!

In the evening, when the call from "Death Exemption Token" came, Ivy answered, her voice full of delight.

"So happy?" Quentin Blackwood couldn’t help but smile as he listened to Ivy’s voice, sharing in her joy.

"Of course! You might not have been online, but my engagement with Silas Blackwood is finally cancelled!" Ivy had been bursting to share the news with someone.

"Congratulations." Quentin Blackwood didn’t pour cold water on her excitement.

Seeing Ivy so happy, he wanted to let her enjoy the feeling a little longer.

’If Ivy knew that all of this was in vain, how... would she feel?’

The thought alone made Quentin feel a pang of pity.

"Thank you!"

Ivy hadn’t yet told Quentin Blackwood about having to return the shares to the Blackwood Family. She wanted to tell him in person later.

"Where are you? I’ll come pick you up."

"At home!"

After hanging up, Ivy went to get ready.

’Since Quentin Blackwood already knows the secret about my face, there’s no need to pretend in front of him anymore. Besides, using my made-up face is more inconvenient now than just showing my real one.’

After all, she was in the middle of this public engagement cancellation. If other people saw her with Quentin Blackwood, they would inevitably jump to conclusions.

So, Ivy went to wash her face, removing every trace of her disguise. Then, she applied some light makeup.

She usually used contouring to alter her features and make herself look unlike herself. She rarely wore makeup to look pretty, but today, Ivy finally didn’t do her "reverse makeup."

Then she picked out a dress and a pair of high heels.

She looked like a completely different person from her usual self, but this was the real Ivy Sherwood.

Quentin Blackwood soon messaged that he was at the gate. Ivy grabbed a bag and went downstairs, spotting his car in the parking lot at a glance.

Her residential complex wasn’t high-end, just average, so top-of-the-line luxury cars were a rare sight. Quentin Blackwood’s car wasn’t hard to find.

As Ivy approached, she realized Quentin Blackwood was driving himself.

When he saw Ivy, Quentin Blackwood’s pupils contracted slightly.

He probably hadn’t expected her to reveal her true appearance. Seeing her like this... it stirred a wicked desire in him to hide her away, to keep any other man from ever seeing her.

Ivy opened the passenger door and fastened her seatbelt. "Looks like it’s my lucky day. I get to ride in a car personally driven by President Blackwood."

"Is your cold all better?"

"Mhm, completely gone. Thank you for taking care of me yesterday, President Blackwood."

Hearing the title "President Blackwood," Quentin frowned but said nothing.

Quentin Blackwood started the car and drove directly to a restaurant.

Quentin Blackwood had reserved a private room and, likely considering that Ivy had just recovered from her cold, ordered a selection of light dishes.

"You don’t have to accommodate me. I can’t eat much anyway." Ivy wasn’t very hungry right now.

"You’re overthinking it. I just happened to be in the mood for something light, too."

Since Quentin Blackwood had put it that way, Ivy couldn’t say anything more.

The food arrived quickly, and Ivy began to eat, taking small bites.

Her glistening, jet-black eyes would occasionally dart toward Quentin Blackwood, only to quickly look away when he glanced back. She was hesitating, wondering how to bring up the matter of returning the shares to the Blackwood Family.

"What do you want to say?" Quentin Blackwood could tell at a glance that Ivy had something on her mind.

Ivy picked up the serving chopsticks, deciding to butter him up a little before getting to the point.

"You should have more of this. And this!" Ivy’s slender, pale fingers, like spring onions, held the chopsticks as they flashed in front of Quentin Blackwood.

Quentin Blackwood didn’t refuse, accepting everything Ivy placed on his plate.

He ate slowly and deliberately, every movement elegant. His deep, dark eyes met Ivy’s.

"Being so attentive today... Did you do something to let me down?"