Chapter 109: Chapter 109: So Good It Makes Him Jealous—What Now?
He is not Timmy.
Ivana Monroe was almost certain, but looking at this handsome little face that was exactly like Timmy’s, if he wasn’t Timmy, who else could he be?
The little boy suddenly grinned, giving Ivana a sunny smile: "Mommy, what are you talking about? Who’s Kiki? Does Timmy know her? How come Timmy doesn’t remember?"
Ivana was taken aback, her expression a little dazed, she couldn’t help but start doubting herself. Timmy seemed the same; could it be she was just too scatterbrained?
Ivana remained silent for a long time.
The little boy extended his pale little hand, waving it in front of her eyes: "Mommy, what are you thinking? You still haven’t answered Timmy’s question!"
Ivana snapped back to reality and gave the little boy a gentle smile: "It’s nothing, perhaps Mommy is just too tired and remembered wrong."
The little boy looked at Ivana with concerned eyes: "Then Mommy, you can’t stay up late for work tonight, you have to go to bed early!"
A warmth flowed through Ivana’s heart, her eyes feeling a bit stingy, a bit moist: "Alright, Mommy promises you."
Ivana was full of regret; how could she doubt Timmy? Timmy was her only son, he didn’t have a twin brother, how could someone look exactly the same? Even that young master from the Kane family, even though he and Timmy shared Leon Keane’s blood, their faces couldn’t be a hundred percent alike, to the point that she, his own mother, couldn’t recognize him.
The little boy returned to the room, closed the door, and let out a breath, touching his wildly beating little heart. Just now, he was almost recognized by that woman, luckily he was quick-witted and successfully deceived her.
The little boy felt a bit excited, as if he had achieved something major, he sat in front of the computer, moving the mouse, opening the page he had just closed, his small hands typing a string of words on the keyboard.
Finished.
The little boy was surprised himself; he read over what he typed, the words filled with the joy of successfully deceiving Ivana, and the joy of staying by her side.
With a sudden motion, the little boy pressed the delete key, erasing everything he wrote, closed the computer, and lay on the bed with a cold, calm face.
Is he crazy? Being so happy staying by this woman’s side?
He must be crazy.
Maybe after a sleep, it will be better.
The little boy crawled under the covers, closing his eyes, but not long after, Ivana quietly opened his door. Seeing the little boy lying with closed eyes on the bed, seemingly asleep, she tiptoed over to him.
"This child, how can he sleep without taking off his clothes?" Ivana’s voice was very light, as if talking to herself, she again quietly lifted the quilt, carefully helping him take off his clothes.
After finishing these, Ivana gently stroked the little boy’s dark tufts of hair, holding the clothes he had changed out of, and left the room.
She turned off the light.
At the moment Ivana closed the door, she wouldn’t see the little boy’s dark, curled eyelashes glistening with moisture.
The little boy sneaked his head under the blanket, feeling embarrassed. Closing his eyes, how could dust get into his eyes?
And, is this how this woman usually treats her brother? So well that he feels jealous, what should he do?
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Ivana had been busy for a few days straight, the two designers’ drafts had been revised. Her own design drafts were ready, a total of nine outfits, entering the production stage.
Ivana had to complete four finished pieces on her own, so her time was quite tight. Add to this that the beginning of next month would see the trial for the "Timmy Monroe" assault compensation case, it was adding insult to injury for Ivana.
Aside from picking up and dropping off her child from school, Ivana was fully immersed in her work, staying up late was inevitable. She would work in her room after the little boy fell into a deep sleep.
Stacy Floyd’s big bed had one advantage, it came with a hydraulic rod, and underneath was a big empty box. After staying up late, she could stash all the materials, whether useful or not, in the box under the bed.
This also kept the little boy from discovering them.
When Ivana finished making the second outfit, Ivy Linden brought her a surprise.
"Ivana, have you found your model? If not, I have a great candidate."
"I have a couple of favorites, but for various reasons, nothing’s been finalized yet."
Ivana had been so busy she entrusted the task of finding a model to Jacobs. A couple of days ago, he showed her pictures of the models, she liked two of them, but later they called to back out.
"That’s perfect, let me introduce this model to you. Her name is Phil."
Ivana’s eyes widened, the fatigue of recent days seemed to vanish instantly.
"Phil? The top model who’s been awarded three consecutive times in Ravenswood... Phil?"
"Yes, that’s her."
After the excitement, Ivana’s beautiful face fell: "She’s Ravenswood’s top model, would she be willing to come to GK and model for GK’s new winter collection?"
If Phil were willing to come, no matter the cost, she’d be willing to pay it.
But top models like Phil would choose brands, opting for established clothing companies with the reputation to match.
Not taking risks to choose GK.
"Of course she’s willing; your designs can make her, why wouldn’t she be willing? Alright, if you’re satisfied with her, then it’s settled."
Ivy hung up the phone even before Ivana could say "thank you".
"Honey, you’re the best, I love you so much."
Ivy threw herself into Samuel Lockwood’s arms, pouting her red lips to give Samuel a big, affectionate kiss.
Samuel’s handsome face didn’t show happiness, but instead, he looked at Ivy with a wronged expression: "You love me, but it’s all for your idol goddess, Ivy. This is the last time I help your idol goddess. If you keep loving her more than your husband, your husband will get jealous and angry."
Ivy giggled: "I know, I know, what’s a big man doing getting jealous over a woman?"
She wasn’t bothered! As long as she placated her husband, she would still ask for his help for her idol goddess in the future.
The last time helping? Impossible, never possible.
Because the idol goddess’s business is her business.
Leon Keane hadn’t seen Ivana for a few days; he sent her several messages, and there was no reply, leaving his handsome face gloomy for days.
Secretary Sullivan always felt scared when she saw Leon’s grim reaper-like face; she wished Special Assistant Stern could be there, to shield her.
Secretary Sullivan carefully placed the file on Leon’s president desk, preparing to leave.
"Wait." The president’s deep voice sounded.
"President, do you have any other instructions?" Secretary Sullivan took a breath, putting on a professional smile.
"If a woman doesn’t reply to your messages for a few days, what does that mean?"