The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 158

Ivy buried this memory deep within. She dreaded recalling it for fear of rekindling her feelings for him. She feared she would be soft-hearted and fall in love with him again. Ivy had no idea who had captured her pounce on the boy. The odor of gunpowder lingered around her. Marco Seely's sudden laughter jolted Ivy out of her memories. Her eyes were wet. Wyatt Reed's deep gaze met hers as she looked up. His eyes were like a whirlpool trying to snag her. Ivy felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at Wyatt. Ivy's bloodied manly face merged with Wyatt's handsome face. His features were like a sculpture, deep and perfect. Wyatt's photo was taken when he jumped on Ivy. Ivy couldn't hide it from him anymore. Despite their misery, their features were visible in the shot. Ivy shielded Pierce, a young lad. Pierce's blonde curly hair and delicate features had not changed much in three years. Marco coughed. "I'm sorry. I knew your identity. So, you were my first pick. I couldn't figure out Ms. Morgan's true identity back then. My son met her again after returning to the city, so I looked into it. You both saved his life, but I want to thank Ms. Morgan, who jumped off Pierce first, because Pierce would've...” He shrugged and avoided mentioning the incident. His eyes were sad, but he smiled indifferently. “My wife wasn't as fortunate. She was in the car when it blew up." Ivy's heart sank and she was shocked. Finally, Ivy's previous mystery was solved. “Mr. Reed, I hope you won't mind my choice of Morgan Corporation,” Marco smiled. Wyatt's voice was husky. "Of course not." When he learned about this incident, he was surprised and surprised to see her sooner. They would have missed less. They had met before Ivy dragged him out of the underground fight club. Ivy was the most alert of them. She liked him and left him alone, but she kept him in the dark. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Surely, he knew! Wyatt's mood was indescribable. Marco smiled at Ivy, sensing the tension between them. "Do you blame me for bringing this up so quickly, Ms. Morgan?" "It's a fact," Ivy said with a smile. It was a fact that would surface sooner or later. She admitted that this was her first meeting with Wyatt. Moreover, it was the first time her heart had swayed. Marco escorted Ivy and Wyatt after dinner. Pierce rushed down from upstairs and tightly hugged Ivy's leg. “Pretty lady, stay here tonight.” Pierce sigh. His blue-green eyes gleamed with eagerness. His cuteness made Ivy's heart melt. “Pierce, she has work to do. Do your homework upstairs!” Marco glanced at his watch and spoke in a clear, cold tone. Pierce was immediately sad. He smirked at his father. No matter where they went, he'd always have homework! What a bummer! Ivy pictured the boy in the photo. He'd grown so big. She felt drawn to him. She gently stroked his curly hair and gazed at him. "I'll play with you tomorrow, okay?" Pierce blinked, his eyes clear and pitiful. Ivy was about to give up when Pierce seized her dress and tightened his grip. His gaze was sly. “No! I hate homework! I want to follow you home. You can be alone, Daddy!” The boy's whining about following Ivy home was evident, angelic, and immature. Marco squinted. He knew Pierce's tricks. With a wave of his hand, a big bodyguard came over and picked up the pouting little boy. The bodyguard turned to leave with Pierce. “Ahh!! Help! I won't abandon pretty lady. I want her forever!” Pierce yelled angrily. Wyatt suddenly spoke to the side. "I'll give you a ride," he said. To avoid arguing, Ivy simply nodded. She met those eyes. His deep eyes were filled with joy and he

seemed to have a lot to say but he couldn't begin. They politely ended with a few more words with Marco Seely before they left. Ivy sat in the car and drove off. She felt the journey was achingly long, especially with Wyatt sitting next to her. Wyatt spoke up. “You remember me from that incident?” Ivy pursed her lips and pondered. “Yes.” "Why didn't you say?" Just like the underground fight club. Ivy smiled. “You saved me, I saved you. We're even.” “Even?” His gaze was so heavy with resentment that Ivy frowned. “You should've told me years ago. What if —” “There is no what if. If I had to choose again, I wouldn't marry you.” Her voice was icy. It was just a painful life lesson for her!