Chapter 1956: Chapter 1955

Chapter 1955

“I had never interfered in your matters, but now that you're married, things have changed. Ivy is my

granddaughter-in-law, and I have to speak up for her when things going awry.” It was a rare

occasion that Alyssa would confront Balfour with such a stern expression,

“Do you know how Ivy came home today?” she asked Balfour, her eyes narrowing with concern.

Balfour, puzzled, responded, “What's the problem? Didn't Quinton drive her home?”

Alyssa scoffed with a mix of frustration and disappointment. “Quinton? Don't try to pull the wool

over my eyes, young man. She came home in another man’s car! One of the housemaids saw it and

told me. How can you call yourself a husband if you're letting your wife hitch rides with other

men?”

Balfour's brows furrowed; had Ivy not called Quinton? Then whose car had she come back in? Could

it be Nolan? The thought made his expression turn to stone. That woman was clearly taking his

warnings lightly, daring to fraternize with Nolan behind his back.

“Balfour, Ivy is still a girl, and now that you've brought her into our home, you can't treat her like

this! You can't let anyone else bring her home again. She's your wife, and you need to take

responsibility for her.”

Balfour masked his irritation in front of Alyssa, nodding in agreement to appease her. “Don’t worry,

Grandma. Today was an exception. It won't happen again.”

“And another thing,” Alyssa continued as she pulled out a brochure from her desk drawer, “now that

you and Ivy are married, we can't have her feel shortchanged. A wedding is still in order. I've

consulted with some wedding planners; heres the information they gave me. When you have a

moment, look it over with Ivy and see what style she likes.”

Balfour glanced at the brochure but made no move to take it. “Grandma, Ivy and I don't plan on

having a wedding. She's not into that sort of thing; a simple courthouse marriage is fine.”

"How can you not have a wedding? She's given herself to you willingly, and you can't even give her

a proper ceremony? Girls might be too shy to say it, but they all dream of wearing a wedding dress,

of having their special day!”

Balfour had brought Ivy home primarily to satisfy his grandparents’ expectations, intending to keep

things low-key. The last thing he wanted was a spectacle that would complicate matters when they

eventually parted ways.

But with Alyssa insisting, he saw no way to dissuade her. He reluctantly took the brochures and

stood up. “You're right, Grandma. I'll discuss it with Ivy.”

Alyssa seemed pleased. “Go rest now, and have Ivy look at these before bed. Let me know what she

prefers.”

After Balfour watched his grandmother retire to her room with the help of a maid, he headed to his

bedroom.

Pushing open the door, he found Ivy seemingly asleep in bed. She looked peaceful enough.

But Balfour wasn’t in the mood for tenderness. He woke her abruptly, “Wake up!”

Ivy, who had been feigning sleep to avoid confrontation, was internally exasperated. They had

nothing to say to each other, yet he still insisted on disturbing her.

Standing over her with an imposing presence, Balfour's voice was icy. “Ivy, I've underestimated you.

Complaining to Grandma, really?” “Complaining? When did I do that?” Ivy was genuinely confused

but quickly pieced the situation together. “I didn't complain. Grandma saw Nolan drop me off and

asked where you were. I just told her you were at the office dealing with business. I didn't say

anything else.”

Speaking with a hint of hurt in her voice, Ivy raised her gaze to him, “Didn“t you see the message I

sent you?"

“Message?” Balfour paused, then pulled out his phone, only just noticing Ivy's unread message.

Seeing the message, Balfour's suspicion of Ivy eased a little. But then he remembered that she had

been brought home by Nolan, and his face clouded over with a chill. “Why didn’t you call Quinton

but had another man bring you back?”