Chapter 162: Chapter 162: I’ll Take You Home to Rest
Ivana’s nose bridge is distinct, and from the bridge to the tip, it’s flawless, like a masterpiece completed by a master sculptor. Her lips were painted with light pink lip balm, resembling enticing crystal jelly.
Silas’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he entertained thoughts he shouldn’t have about Ivana.
Silas wanted to look away, feeling he shouldn’t keep staring. The more he looked, the nastier his thoughts became, and even his body was beyond his control, undergoing unspeakable changes.
Silas chuckled in self-mockery. Leon was right; men in front of women they like are all vile, all beasts.
Ivana was awakened by a phone call half an hour later.
She opened her eyes, her bloodshot eyes were full of red streaks. She hadn’t noticed someone had entered the office, slid her finger over the answer button, and spoke in a sleepy, husky voice: "Hello."
"Ivana, were you sleeping? Sorry for disturbing your sleep." Ivy was a bit surprised upon hearing Ivana’s sleepy voice but then she remembered the fashion show was approaching, Ivana must have stayed up late working overnight and so was sleeping during the day.
She felt so much sympathy for her idol goddess.
Ivy mentally cursed Silas. He went to the idol goddess’s company, didn’t see Ivana, wouldn’t he call her and inform her? Making her disturb her idol goddess’s sleep.
Silas deserves to die.
Ivana’s eyes felt swollen as she woke up a bit more: "You didn’t disturb me, I was just taking a nap at the office, and I should be waking up now even without your call."
What?
The idol goddess is in the office?
Ivy wasn’t that dumb; she could tell from Ivana’s exhausted voice that Ivana stayed up overnight and wondered if she was risking her life, staying up all night, yet still going to work during the day?
Ivy asked: "Is Silas at your place?"
Silas?
Ivana was puzzled, instinctively raised her head, and looked around the office, sure enough, she saw Silas sitting on the guest sofa.
"Silas, when did you arrive?" Ivana asked astonished.
Ivy heard Ivana’s voice over the phone and her mouth twitched. Silas was really something, sitting in Ivana’s office, secretly watching her sleep?
Silas was embarrassed now, he felt like a child caught stealing candy, not daring to meet Ivana’s eyes.
"I’ve been here for a while, saw you were sleeping, so I didn’t disturb you." His face was slightly flushed, his legs pressed together, hands resting on his lap, seemingly hiding something.
He didn’t want it to be like this, but a man’s thing was beyond control.
Ivana’s eyes were blurry with bloodshot, not as clear as usual, she hadn’t noticed Silas’s small movements and abnormalities.
"Ivana, turn on the speaker, I have something to say to Silas." Ivy’s voice sounded on the phone.
Ivana didn’t think much of it and tapped the speaker button.
"Okay, the speaker is on now," Ivana reminded Ivy.
Ivy’s explosive voice came through the phone: "Silas, I want you to take Ivana back to sleep immediately, did you hear? You also need to help Ivana pick up her child, this is your work now."
Ivana was fully awake now: "Ivy, no need..."
Ivy interrupted her: "Ivana, how can you neglect your health like this? If you sacrifice your health for your career, I won’t support you. I’ll even find a way to cancel this fashion show."
The cost of sacrificing health is too high.
Ivy’s eyes reddened as if recalling something sad; her mother had worn herself out with her career, and no matter how much money was spent, it couldn’t save her in later life.
She definitely couldn’t bear to watch Ivana follow the same path as her mother, earning with her life when young, and buying her life when older. Sometimes, money couldn’t buy life.
Ivana said nervously: "Ivy, don’t, I know I was wrong. I’ll definitely take care of my health next time. Don’t cancel the fashion show."
Ivy had the capability to cancel the fashion show.
Ivana knew she was concerned about her health, and she feared Ivy would get impulsive and really cancel the show, then all her overnight work along with the effort would be in vain.
Ivy reddened and said: "You better obediently let Silas take you home to rest now, or I’ll truly cancel the fashion show."
Samuel felt heartache for his petite wife, reaching out to cradle her in his arms, to warm her injured spirit with his embrace.
But his little wife mercilessly pushed him away.
Samuel was somewhat troubled, he couldn’t dare be upset with his little wife, so his anger was directed at Silas.
Silas, is he stupid? It’s been so many days and he hasn’t gotten Ivana in bed, can he still call himself a man?
Silas is simply useless.
If Silas had gotten Ivana in bed, would his little wife need to worry about Ivana’s health?
Samuel decided that once Silas came to work at the company, he’d give Silas a good brainwashing.
Silas’s brain is really too dumb; after all these days not managing to win over a woman, while in the past, before meeting Ivy, he could manage any woman.
No matter if it was a campus belle, a mature lady, or a young girl, he could beckon, and by night, have them at a hotel.
Upon receiving Ivana’s assurance, Ivy finally let Ivana go and hung up the phone.
Ivana finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She saw that Silas had somehow moved to stand in front of her desk.
Silas’s expression was a bit shy, like a bashful college student, he politely extended his hand, his handsome face slightly flushed: "I’ll take you home to rest."
Silas extended his hand seeing her bloodshot eyes and shaky state, wanting to support her.
Of course, if possible and Ivana was willing, he wouldn’t mind carrying her, or piggy backing her.
Ivana glanced at Silas’s reaching hand, eyes blinking, still feeling discomfort from lack of sleep, and smiled: "Silas, really, don’t trouble yourself, I can go back to rest on my own."
Silas solemnly said: "Is that appropriate? I promised the boss lady to take you back. If not, she’ll dock my pay and bonus."
Ivana exclaimed: "Boss lady? You mean... Ivy is your boss lady?"
Silas had let it slip, he no longer hid it from Ivana; the lawsuit was already settled.
"Yes, Ivy’s husband is Samuel. I’m a lawyer at President Lockwood’s law firm. You probably also know, Samuel spoils his wife endlessly, and Ivy regards you as her idol goddess. If she finds out I didn’t take you back, docking my pay and bonus would be minor, she’d probably beat me to death."
Silas spoke with seriousness; he wanted to take her back, wanted to do something for her.