All Chapters of A surrogate for my ex's uncle : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The woman quickly apologised and hurried away. Ivy, on the other hand, was still shocked by the price of the dish Leon was trying to buy for her. What had really changed? She thought, fixing her eyes on him. He had never bought her a dish worth more than $120 during their time dating, but today he was willing to buy her a dish worth over a thousand dollars? Once Leon noticed she was looking at him, he smiled stylishly. “Don’t worry, Ivy. I’m sure you’ll love it. Besides, that’s one of your favourite dishes, isn’t it?” As the waitress walked away, Ivy's gaze remained fixed on Leon, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. What was behind this sudden display of extravagance? She recalled their past, remembering how he had always been frugal with his spending, especially when it came to her. "Golden Opulence Sundae, $1,355," she whispered to herself, her mind reeling from the staggering price tag. Leon, oblivious to her inner turmoil, smiled warmly at her. "You deserve only t

Ryder raised his gaze to Leon. “I'm Ryder... and who are you?” “Were you trying to hit on my girlfriend?” Leon questioned. Ryder raised his gaze to both Leon and Ivy before replying. “I didn't mean—” He was still trying to defend himself when Ivy forcefully removed Leon's hands from her shoulders. Her eyes flashed with anger as she said, "Don't touch me," further embarrassing Leon, who had thought he could claim her in public. His smile faltered, his eyes narrowing, but he kept a poker face. Ivy turned to Ryder, her expression apologetic. "I'm so sorry about this. He's... not my boyfriend. We just have... unfinished business. Thank you for your time, Ryder. I will be on my way now.” Ryder's gaze lingered on Leon as he flashed him a mocking smirk before returning to Ivy. "No need to apologise, Ivy. I understand some men can be overbearing. You can always come around next time.” Leon's face darkened, his jaw clenched as the words cut deep. "You think you can handle yourself? You t

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

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

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