Chapter 1978
That night, Balfour made his way to the guest room after Alyssa and Dean had retired to their
respective quarters. He conceded that it was the best arrangement for both him and Ivy.
Ivy rolled out of bed only to be greeted by the day's headline news the next morning,
Giselle had promptly issued a public statement, clearing the air about the previous day's gossip. She
maintained that the man spotted with her was merely a friend who had dropped her off at the hotel
before departing, and that she had stayed in the hotel with her assistant.
With Giselleâs clarification, the rumour quickly lost its sizzle.
The paparazzi, fully aware that revealing Balfour's identity could crash their servers with a
blockbuster story, dared not cross swords with the mighty Howard family by exposing his photo or
identity.
The previous day's news had been leaked by a few greenhorn paparazzi who were unfamiliar with
the Howards. Now, they had been sternly reprimanded by their editor-in-chief.
Ivy searched online, and all she could find was Giselleâs clarification. The original posts had vanished
into thin air.
âIvy, come to granny!â
After breakfast, Alyssa took Ivy for a stroll in the garden, held her hand warmly and gently inquired,
âIvy, you saw the news yesterday, didn't you?â
Given the frenzied media attention, it was certain that Alyssa was in the loop. Ivy couldn't keep the
truth any longer and simply nodded in affirmation, âYes, I saw it yesterday.â
âNo wonder I sensed something off between you and Balfour yesterdayâ Alyssa said as she led Ivy
forward. âI have made sure all those false reports were scrubbed clean. You won't be seeing them
again.â
It was clear that the swift resolution of the affair had been thanks to Alyssaâs intervention.
Having heard Balfour's explanation of the entire situation the day before, Ivy wasn't overly
concerned anymore. âAlyssa, I'm sorry to make you worry! There's really nothing wrong between
Balfour and me. He's already explained everything to me.â
âBalfour was thoughtless. A married man should've known how to behave. Escorting a lady friend to
a hotel was of course inappropriate. It's natural for you to be upset. If it were me, I'd be upset too!â
Alyssa stopped in her tracks, her gaze firm upon Ivy, âIvy, you're the granddaughter-in-law of the
Howard family. Nobody can change that! Rest assured, I won't let anyone mistreat you, including
Balfour!â
Confronted with Alyssaâs unwavering conviction, Ivy suddenly felt a twinge of guilt.
But Granny, we're just a pretend couple. She apologized silently.
Ivy pursed her lips, steering her gaze away from Alyssaâs probing eyes, âGranny, the sun's getting
stronger, let's head back inside.â
"Alright, dearâ Alyssa, oblivious to her granddaughter-in-law's unease, headed back into the house
with her.
For the next few days, Balfour didn't return home. The family mentioned that he had been tied up
with a company project that had run into snags, requiring his attention and late nights at the office.
After the awkward encounter that night, Ivy felt unease being alone with Balfour. His absence,
though, provided her with some comfort.
Despite the fiasco with the Harris Group and Balfour's assertion that the three million was her
reward for playing Mrs. Howard, Ivy was adamant about finding a job and settling her dues.
She sent out a flurry of resumes, hoping for some callbacks. At this point, any job that would give
her experience and a chance to hone her skills was
welcome!