Married To My Ex Billionaire Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

With a sudden gasp, Ivy's lips parted, and her eyes sparkled with astonishment. She had completely forgotten it was her birthday; the date slipped her mind amidst the chaos of her current worries. But now, a warm flutter erupted in her chest, and her fingers intertwined with unbridled joy. "Oh, Zack... that's incredibly sweet of you..." she whispered, her voice barely audible yet brimming with emotion. "Thank you." Zack's face radiated satisfaction, his smile still stretching as he offered her the bouquet. Ivy accepted it, her own smile unwavering, feeling truly blessed in this moment. A surge of warmth coursed through every fiber of her being, leaving her breathless. When was the last time someone surprised her with such a thoughtful, dramatic gift on her special day? She couldn't remember; the particular date to her was just like every other day for the past nine years. "Shall we?" Zack gestured toward the plaid mat and nice treat waiting for them. "Of course..." Her hands intert

Ivy understood the particular discussion was unavoidable. She would have to explain herself now at this moment as Zack seemed insistent and wouldn't accept any deviation from the main subject. "Please... I don't like the silence..." Zack said, ambiguously commanding her to begin speaking. Ivy shifted closer, ready to comply. "Okay, here it goes..." She listed her suspects and explained how she planned on fishing out the culprits, with the help of the detective and security team. Zack listened silently, fighting the urge to interrupt her halfway through her explanation, his brow furrowed in distaste, clearly not liking the idea at all. "Ivy... that's...." "Risky... I know," she cut him off, completing the statement. "It's quicker that way. I know my enemies' motivations, and I can use that knowledge to my advantage..." Zack shook his head in disapproval. "No, I disagree. It's too much of a risk..." he said firmly; he couldn't bring himself to let her carry out such a hazardous pl

The couple emerged from the room, their hands intertwined as they made their way to the dining room for breakfast. Zack gallantly pulled out the chair for her, his lips grazing her neck with gentle kisses. Ivy's cheeks flushed, her lips curling up in a soft, tender smile. "Someone is trying to score points, I see."Zack let out a throaty chuckle as he sat across the table, his gaze never faltering from her adorable face. "It's turning red again."Ivy playfully frowned, trying to contain the hue visible on her cheeks. "Don't start." She looked away and placed her gaze on the meal before her. She held her cutlery, taking off the cover from the mouthwatering dishes. With her eyes closed, she inhaled the sweet smell of grilled bacon as her fork clicked on the chinaware.Just as she was about to get a taste of her crispy bacon, one of the maids suddenly burst in, jarring the dining table and rattling the chinaware. Some glasses shattered on the marble floor, splattering sprays of water ben

Ivy's eyes widened in horror at the sight before her. Water cascaded from the wall like a miniature waterfall, pooling on the floor in a gleaming and treacherous sheet. Worst of all, precariously perched on the wall was the electric socket, its wires dangling ominously, threatening to snap free and plunge into the watery abyss. One spark, one misstep, and the entire room would become a deadly trap, electrifying the water and anyone who dared to enter. Instantly, she knew this was a countdown to disaster. "Oh my God." Ivy's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes fixed on the socket as if willing it to stay put. She took a cautious step back, her mind racing with the implications. Who could have done this? And why? The water, the socket—it was all too sinister to be a mere accident. She felt a chill run down her spine as she realized she was completely alone in the villa, with no one to turn to. Zack was gone, Emelia was nowhere to be found, and the staff seemed oblivious to the dang

Ivy's mind reeled as she entered the living room, the warm glow of the chandelier a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. She collapsed onto the sofa, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for answers. Her thoughts turned to Stella's betrayal and Emelia's near-death experience. Why was Emelia targeted? Was it to silence her, like Isabelle? Ivy's fingers drummed against her legs as she tried to piece together the events. She remembered Xavier mentioning Emelia wasting the first meal, prompting them to make another one. Emelia had saved her twice today. Ivy's gaze drifted to the dining room, where she recalled a maid peeking from the corner, looking exasperated while Emelia was being scolded. Could that girl be Stella? If so, she was the one causing chaos in the villa. Ivy's intuition screamed that Stella was behind the poisoning and the messed-up electric socket. It all pointed to Stella's doing. With newfound determination, Ivy shot up from the sofa, her eyes blazing w