Wrong Flirt, Right Trouble: His Uncle Pulls Me Close

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Kicked His Lower Body

Silas Blackwood glanced at Ivy Sherwood with disdain, then said dismissively, "She’s just a maid I brought along. Pay her no mind."

He wanted to see Ivy Sherwood get angry, deliberately demeaning her, but his plan backfired completely.

Ivy Sherwood completely ignored him, her expression unchanging as she heard Silas Blackwood’s words.

"Oh, so she’s a servant. In that case, why don’t you have her get me a glass of water?"

Silas Blackwood scowled at Ivy Sherwood. "Didn’t you hear? My baby wants you to get her some water!"

"Fine," Ivy Sherwood agreed readily.

Silas Blackwood watched her go to get the water, feeling puzzled. From what he knew of Ivy Sherwood, she wasn’t the type to do whatever she was told.

’She must be getting angry,’ he figured, ’and is doing this on purpose.’

A smirk touched the corners of Silas Blackwood’s lips as he went back to flirting with the girl in his arms.

His hand was caressing the girl’s thigh as they kissed passionately, and she pressed her body tightly against his.

Ivy Sherwood came right over with the water pitcher. Her phone was in her other hand, camera open, and she started recording.

Seeing what Ivy was doing, Silas Blackwood paused his kiss. "Ivy Sherwood, what are you doing?"

"Such a passionate, spectacular performance. Of course I have to record it for Anna Nash to see."

Ivy Sherwood sent the clip immediately. Anna Nash loved to show off, didn’t she? She’d sent Ivy plenty of videos of herself and Silas Blackwood before. Today was the perfect chance to let Anna see Silas with another woman.

"Tell me, if I post this online and charge, say, a dollar a view to see the escapades of the Blackwood family’s Young Master, do you think anyone would pay?"

"You wouldn’t dare!"

"Why wouldn’t I? I’m not the shameless one here."

"Young Master Blackwood, why is your maid so unruly? She’s practically walking all over you," the girl said, glaring at Ivy Sherwood.

However, the next second, Ivy Sherwood flung the contents of the pitcher right at them, drenching both the girl and Silas Blackwood in cold water.

"There. Now you really *do* have water on the brain. Or did drinking too much of Silas Blackwood’s ’fluids’ make you stupid? Oh, my apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Silas Blackwood’s great-aunt."

"Ivy Sherwood! How dare you! You dare splash me, and now you’re claiming to be my great-aunt?" Silas Blackwood ignored the girl beside him and shot to his feet.

The girl fell to the floor, but Silas Blackwood didn’t even spare her a glance.

"You should be glad this ’great-aunt’ of yours didn’t use boiling water."

Ivy Sherwood put down the pitcher. "The room is all yours. Play however you want. Silas Blackwood, have a blast."

’I don’t even want to stay in a room he’s been in.’

’Even the air in here feels contaminated.’

Ivy Sherwood closed her laptop, grabbed her suitcase, and prepared to leave.

However, Silas Blackwood grabbed her hand. His eyes were vicious, as if he wanted to strangle her to death.

His grip on her wrist was immense, and his face was twisted in a furious, teeth-grinding snarl.

"Trying to leave? No way!"

"Let go," Ivy Sherwood’s voice was ice-cold.

Because they were so close, Silas Blackwood caught a refreshing, clean scent from Ivy Sherwood, probably because she had just showered.

Silas Blackwood was momentarily dazed before he came to his senses. ’Did I really just think Ivy Sherwood smells good?’

’Could it be she did this on purpose? She knew I was coming, so she showered and used a fragrant body wash just to seduce me.’

’But she didn’t expect me to bring two women, so she got angry?’

"Ivy Sherwood, I’ve seen right through your little games. You know I’m not interested in your looks, so you pretend not to care. You act all individualistic just to get me to spare you a second glance, don’t you?"

Ivy Sherwood stared at Silas Blackwood in utter shock. ’He must be delusional. A terminal case, at that.’

"You’re deliberately trying to get my attention, just so you can... AARGH!"

Before Silas Blackwood could finish his sentence, Ivy Sherwood lifted her foot and ruthlessly kicked him right in the crotch.

In a flash of pain, Silas Blackwood let go of her, clutching himself.

"Silas Blackwood, this is the first time I’ve ever seen someone with the brain of a pig who’s also desperate to tell the whole world about it."

"It seems that even if a pig is reincarnated into a good life, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s still a pig."

With that, Ivy Sherwood grabbed her things and left without a backward glance.

The two women rushed to help Silas Blackwood. "Young Master Blackwood, are you alright?"

Silas Blackwood glared viciously at Ivy Sherwood’s retreating back. "If you don’t want to stay with me, then go live in a cave!"

’He knew his father had already made arrangements to give them only one room.’

’If Ivy Sherwood didn’t stay here, she’d have nowhere else to sleep.’

’By midnight, she’ll definitely come back begging!’

「 ... 」

After dragging her luggage out, Ivy Sherwood first found a resort employee, who told her directly that there were no more vacant rooms.

Ivy Sherwood wasn’t about to make things difficult for the staff. She had noticed a lounge café on her way in. Although the café itself was closed, the outdoor awning and tables hadn’t been put away.

It was perfect. She could go there and get some work done.

Not far away, the manager of the resort was accompanying a man, the two of them slowly approaching through the darkness.

"President Blackwood, we’ve had a lot of guests lately, but our security measures are foolproof. We have plenty of first-aid personnel stationed at the beach and in the mountains."

"Mm," the man replied, his stern face expressionless.

"It’s getting late, President Blackwood. You’ve had a long day. Why don’t I show you to your room to rest?" the manager suggested.

Quentin Blackwood nodded. The manager understood. "This way, President Blackwood."

This resort had actually been developed by the Lustre branch of the DG Group. They had simply omitted the DG name from the Lustre branch to avoid arousing Caleb Blackwood’s suspicions.

The resort had been in development for several years and was now finally complete, becoming the largest tourist destination in Lustre. Besides its beautiful scenery, it offered all kinds of recreational activities.

Even after all these years, this was Quentin Blackwood’s first time here.

Even the manager didn’t know that Quentin Blackwood was the owner; he only knew that this was a VIP sent by the higher-ups.

As Quentin Blackwood walked beside the manager, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a figure in the distance.

Under a faint light, a person was staring at a computer, remarkably focused.

She was in her pajamas, her long hair, usually worn down, casually pinned up. A few errant strands had escaped to frame her face, and Ivy Sherwood reached up to tuck them behind her ear.

Her fingers tapped on the keyboard, her luggage beside her. She looked like a pitiful little thing with nowhere to stay.

Quentin Blackwood’s steps faltered, and the manager naturally paused as well.

"President Blackwood?"

Quentin Blackwood’s gaze was fixed on Ivy Sherwood. "What’s her situation?"

The manager said, "I’ll look into it right away."

Soon, the manager returned from his call. "President Blackwood, that should be Miss Ivy Sherwood. She arrived with your nephew, Young Master Blackwood."

"They didn’t arrange a room for her?"

"They did. The same one as Young Master Blackwood."

Quentin Blackwood’s eyes darkened. ’The same room?’