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A surrogate for my ex's uncle CHAPTER 34.No…..He is insane.
A few minutes later, the car pulled into the mansion, and Ivy alighted from the vehicle. For a moment, she hesitated to go inside the house. While in the car, her mind raced with different thoughts as she tried to figure out why Damian wanted to see her during working hours. Why did Damian summon her in the middle of the workday? What was so urgent? Walking toward the door, she noticed something unusual: guards were clustered in a particular corner, while some of the maids stood by the window, eavesdropping on what was happening. She scrutinized them for a moment before walking past and heading straight to the door. Pushing the door open, she found it locked. Ivy's brow furrowed. Something was amiss. Confusion etched on her face, Ivy turned to her driver, Thompson, who stood beside her. "What's going on, Thompson? Why is the door locked? Didn't you say your boss wanted to see me?" Thompson's expression was equally perplexed. "I'm not sure, Miss Ivy. I didn't receive any instructio
A surrogate for my ex's uncle CHAPTER 35..No…He is mad!
Ivy's eyes widened in shock as Damian pointed to the flower vase, his expression dead serious.*Is he really expecting an answer from a fucking vase?* she thought."Come on, Ivy. Ask them anything. The sky is blue today, isn't it?" Damian urged, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.Ivy's mind reeled. *Was he seriously talking to a vase? What in the world? Has he lost it? I mean, I've seen some crazy things, but this? This is a whole new level. Flower vase therapy? Is that a thing now? They really told him no lies! He is insane.*But Ivy's expression remained neutral, her compassion taking over as she struggled to hide what was going on in her mind."Damian, I think... they’re not in the mood to talk right now," Ivy said gently, moving the flower vase away from him.Damian's face fell, his eyes clouding with disappointment."But why not? They always talk to me," he protested. "They always do, but today they just decided to be mute."Ivy's thoughts scrambled for a convincing explanatio
A surrogate for my ex's uncle CHAPTER 36.Is he pretending or a memory loss?
Ivy's eyes fluttered open, her gaze blurry from lingering sleep. The alarm blared for what felt like the umpteenth time, piercing through her eardrums. She raised both hands into the air, arching her back in a stretch. A yawn escaped her lips, and she took a deep breath, feeling the morning chill.As she lowered her hands, Ivy began to wipe the sleep from her eyes, her fingers tracing the curves of her face. Her vision cleared, and she glanced at the clock on her nightstand.9:04 AM. Her heart skipped a beat."Oh no, I'm late!" Ivy exclaimed, tossing off the covers and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.She rubbed the remaining sleep from her eyes, her mind racing with the day's schedule. Damian's fragile state still weighed heavily on her mind."I need to get to Damian's," Ivy thought as she quickly hurried out of bed. She couldn't wait to see how he was doing. She had stayed up with him until early that morning before he fell asleep and she retired to her own room.She spra
A surrogate for my ex's uncle CHAPTER 37.The Breakfast.
As they ate their breakfast, Ivy kept stealing glances at him from time to time. She didn't understand what was happening right now, and no one was willing to explain everything in detail to her. She glanced at each of them at the dining table, and everyone was eating their food like nothing ever happened. Ivy slowly took tiny bites of her meal. She tried her best to hide how she felt, but she just couldn't. Meanwhile, Lucas knew what was going through her mind. He discreetly stole glances at her and noticed that she was rather uncomfortable around them. “Miss Ivy?” Joy called out with a grin on her face. “Don't you like the food?” she questioned. Ivy quickly sat up and replied, “Oh, I do. I just lack appetite for the meantime.” Damian turned to her, hearing that she didn't have an appetite to eat. “Is the work that stressful? You can—” “No, don’t worry!” she cut him short. “I'm fine. The work is not stressful, and I can only say I'm enjoying it. I love what I'm currently doi
A surrogate for my ex's uncle CHAPTER 38.NDA.
Lucas's expression remained calm as he spoke. "I'm taking a shortcut." Ivy's doubts intensified. "There's no shortcut here!” she responded fiercely. Lucas's eyes met hers in the rearview mirror for a fleeting moment, making Ivy's skin crawl. "Trust me, Ivy," Lucas said. But Ivy's trust was waning fast. She glanced around at unfamiliar buildings and streets, panic setting in. What was really happening to her? Why was Lucas taking her into such a building? "Where are we going?" Ivy demanded again, her voice firm this time. Lucas's smile was reassuring, but his eyes were cold. "I'll get you to work on time; I just need you to do something before you leave." Ivy's anxiety spiked. This wasn't right; she knew it. Her palms slickened further as she discreetly wiped them on her clothes. Her mind racing and options dwindling, Ivy's eyes locked onto Lucas's—a silent plea: Tell me what's going on. Lucas finally pulled the car into the parking lot of a tall building where security guards
A surrogate for my ex's uncle CHAPTER 39.Two ways to walk out of here.
Ivy's eyes moved from the door to the window. They were on the 25th floor, and if she left through the window, that would mean only one thing: she was going to die! She sulked, taking a deep breath and thinking of what to do. She thought of calling Damian now, but that wouldn't be a wise decision, so she stepped back. Lucas walked up to her, his gaze fixed on her, and her heart began to race even faster. "Just sign it, and we will all be fine," he assured her. "Why should I sign it? No one told me I was signing a marriage contract with a madman," she scoffed. Lucas corrected her through gritted teeth. "Mr. Forbes isn't mad, and I won’t correct you this calmly next time." Ivy spluttered, "Then tell me what happened last night. I'm just his wife, so I deserve to know my husband's mental health!" "No, you're not!" Lucas retorted. "You're just in a contract marriage that will end when you give him a baby." Ivy's eyes flashed with anger, but she kept her tone icy calm. "So, I'm just a
A surrogate for my ex's uncle CHAPTER 40.I cam make you feel good.
"What happened? You came in so late. They haven’t been able to do anything, and I tried calling your line, but you weren't picking up!" Leon pulled out a chair and sat next to Ivy in the office once he noticed she had arrived.Scrutinizing her for a moment, he said, "What happened? You don't look well. Is there anything wrong?"His voice was laced with concern, but she wasn't swayed one bit. *Does Leon know his uncle is a lunatic?* she thought, raising her gaze to his face.Leon’s face lit up with a smile, and he said, "What is it, Ivy? Just talk to me. You know I'm always here to help."Ivy rolled her eyes, unimpressed by Leon's charming smile. "Oh, please, Leon. You're not fooling anyone with that 'concerned' act. You're just trying to get on my good side so I'll take you back. But news flash, Leon: winning me back is not happening, so stop trying!"Leon’s smile faltered for a moment before he recovered. "Hey, I'm genuinely worried about you, Ivy! You look like you've seen a ghost."
A surrogate for my ex's uncle CHAPTER 41. Whys is he so nice?
After a couple of minutes, Damian pulled up to one of the fanciest restaurants on the outskirts of the city. He drove into the parking lot and parked the car. Once he alighted, the staff around him quickly greeted him, their heads bowed respectfully."Why are they bowing that way?" Ivy questioned. "Are you their boss?"Damian's lips parted into a deep smile. "No, I'm not their boss. Let's just say I'm one of their VIP customers in their hotel suites.""Oh!" she hummed. "You come here with different…" She suddenly paused, realizing she was saying too much already. Meanwhile, Damian flashed her a smile, gesturing for her to lead the way as they walked inside.As Ivy stepped into the restaurant, she was enveloped in opulence. Crystal chandeliers refracted light, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of exotic spices and freshly baked pastries.Soft music floated through the space, punctuated by the gentle clinking of fine china and hushed con
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