Chapter 8: Ivor's Scent Made Me Feel Good

The day I returned to the company, I picked up a tight black suit that I bought two days ago. I added a gold chain belt to set off my small waist, red lipstick, a wispy updo hairstyle, two buttons undone.

Coco was amused by my new look. I also received many compliments from my colleagues. That was a good sign until I got in contact with Ivor.

He did not seem to mind if he saw me.

I was not mistaken; he looked at me for two seconds when I brought him his coffee. His gaze was only to determine who brought him the coffee.

However, I did not give up. I changed my appearance every day. Even Coco had to say, “Oh, my God, the company is like your show now.”

My male colleagues also paid more attention to me. For them, I was no longer a serious and boring girl; I became charming and fashionable. They actively talked to me during the break, invited me to dinner. I also received invitations to meet strange men, even Ivor’s partners.

But Ivor was the apple of my eyes, so I rejected all the other men.

But the beautiful appearance also gave me a lot of trouble.

Once, I followed Ivor to a high-end restaurant, which was owned by his family, as his assistant to discuss a contract with his important partner.

He was a stout 64-year-old man. When I appeared, I could tell that his gaze was always on the two undone buttons of my shirt.

I felt uncomfortable with that impolite look. I had to unbutton my shirt, but he laughed when he saw my action. It was the first time I met such a rude man.

I did not know if Ivor noticed his naked lust in his eyes; I looked at him with pleading eyes but he was always focused on the contract.

“Lia, bring me and Mr. Johnson hot cups of coffee. Remember to use the special coffee I brought,” Ivor said after they successfully signed the contract.

I went to the bar, which is reserved for the restaurant’s managers, and asked the barista to make me coffee.

That impolite old man, Mr. Johnson, showed up at the barbecue while I was waiting for the barista.

I felt nervous because of his appearance.

“It’s nice to see you here, Miss Reyes. I can’t wait for these special coffees,” he said, and tried to get as close as possible to me.

I politely replied, “I believe these cups of coffee won’t let you down.”

I tried to stay away from him as delicately as I could, but his disgusting hand still touched my waist and rubbed it. I backed away from him immediately, but Mr. Johnson pinched my waist.

“I’m impressed with you, you’re very prominent, Miss Reyes,” he said.

“We’re going to have to wait for another ten minutes for the coffee, so please go back to the waiting room with Mr. Mitchell,” I said. I looked at the barista and gave a distress signal, but he completely ignored it. I thought about running away immediately.

Johnson wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his lap. That perverted old man said, “Ten minutes left, guess what I can do with you in ten minutes?”

I shouted, trying to push him out, but my efforts were completely in vain. He was too strong. He took off my coat with ease, then he grabbed my shirt. I clutched at the collar of my shirt, trying to keep it from coming off.

“Let me go, save me… Can someone save me, please?”

I tried to ask for help but there was no one at the bar except the barista, but he ignored me.

“What are you doing, Mr. Johnson?”

When I was desperate, Ivor appeared. He was strong enough to get that old man’s hands out of my body. Right after that, he pulled me behind him, and he stood facing Johnson. I felt safe when I saw his wide back.

I did not know what happened between Ivor and Johnson. All I heard was that Johnson was angry.

“You set a trap for me, Mr. Mitchell.”

And then he left. And I was too scared to understand the meaning of his words.

“Hey, you all right?” Ivor asked me after Johnson left.

“I’m fine,” I said, looking at Ivor with a twinkle and a grateful look in my eyes.

Ivor gave me his jacket, Ivor’s scent made me feel good.

“Sit in the car and wait for me, I have a few things to deal with,” Ivor said and signaled one of his bodyguards to escort me to the car.

When I calmed down, I wondered why all the other men were interested in my beauty, but Ivor was not. I wondered why.

Because I was not his type?

Or did Ivor fall in love with Elie?

Any reason was painful for me.

Ivor had asked the driver to take me back to my house, he would use another car.

His coldness made me feel that all the things that I had done were useless.

That night, I dreamt of Ivor, hearing his charming, heavy breathing in my dreams. But Ivor didn’t make love with me, but with Elie.

In that dream, Elie's face and Ivor’s face were clear. For a moment after I woke up, I was hypnotizing myself that the dream was true.

II stood blankly in front of the wardrobe, my mind so confused that I couldn’t come up with any ideas for today’s outfit. However, the image of Elie with the gentle and exuberant white dress came to my mind.

It was the first time that I chose the naïve and classic style. I understand my body, my face could not stand out when I wear classical makeup. I should have used dark colors for my sharp eyes.

And when I met Ivor, I laughed softly instead of acting charming and mysterious.