Chapter 2088
Balfour didn't utter a word, his hand gliding through her hair with such ease it seemed as natural as
breathing.
Despite them both using the same brand of shower gel, Ivy's scent was always richer, delightfully
fragrant.
With Balfour keeping mum, Ivy took on the role to liven up the atmosphere.
"How's Grandma's throat been lately? Did you finish the honey I brought you last time?â she
inquired with genuine concern.
Alyssa nodded vigorously, âOh yes, I did. My throat's much better now. The honey you got is really
top-notch. Even your granddad, who isn't keen on sweets, finds it soothing.â
Ivy chuckled, her lips pursed in a smile, âI bought it straight from a local beekeeper in the
countryside. It has far fewer additives than the processed stuff, completely natural. So, you and
Grandpa can enjoy it without worry. I'll make sure to get some more next time!â
Balfour was still fiddling with Ivy's hair when he caught another stern glance from her.
âBalfour isn't fond of warm drinks; he kicks off his day with iced coffee, and how his stomach
manages is beyond me. Thankfully, Ivy, you're here now to keep an eye on him,â Alyssa chided
gently.
Ivy pouted playfully, âGrandma, it's not like he ever listens to me. We'll need you and Grandpa to
keep reminding him. He listens to you two more than anyone.â
Alyssa chuckled warmly, âDonât you worry, dear. If this young man dares not to listen, you just let us
know. We'll make sure he gets the message loud and clear!â
Ivy leaned into Balfour's shoulder, her gaze teasingly triumphant, âYou hear that? I've got backup.
You better start taking my advice seriously!â
Balfour wasn't upset. Instead, he gently caressed her cheek with his index finger, âHmm? When have
I ever not taken your advice?â
His voice was as smooth as the deep notes of a cello, tinged with mirth, making Ivy's cheeks flush
with warmth. Seeing the young couple so at ease with each other brought Alyssa further peace of
mind.
âDinner is served, Mr. and Mrs. Howard, young master, and young mistress. Shall we dine now?â the
housekeeper announced. âLet's eat now and continue our chat at the table,â Dean and Alyssa said in
unison, preempting each other's thoughts. They knew what was on each other's minds, but a hearty
meal was first on the agenda.
After dinner, Alyssa inquired, âNow that both your love and careers are on solid ground, have you
thought about when you'll have the wedding?â
The wedding?
What young woman hasn't dreamed of her wedding day?
Ivy had envisioned multiple times the notion of adorning herself in an intricate, white gown with a
long train, heading towards her groom amidst the congratulatory cheers of others.
Yet, she wasn't actually Balfour's wife. Was it essential for her to go through a wedding ceremony
with Balfour?
Ivy glanced questioningly at Balfour, only to see him frowning at his phone, seemingly troubled by
something.
Feeling a chill in her heart, she said sensibly, âGrandma, the wedding isn't urgent, right? We're
already legally married, so the ceremony isn't that important.â
Alyssa shook her head, âMy dear, obtaining a certificate is one thing, but a Howard family wedding
is not to be skipped! You are the only granddaughter-in-law we acknowledge, and we are
committed to arranging the most magnificent wedding for you, letting the entire world witness your
joy. Whether it happens now or later, it will certainly take place. Balfour, don't you have any
thoughts on this? Must Ivy really be the one to bring it up?â
Alyssaâs gaze was piercing. She had noticed Balfour glued to his phone since dinner, engrossed in
who knows what, as if he couldn't get enough of it.
Distracted, Balfour barely registered the conversation until Ivy nudged him. He replied, âI'm fine with
whatever you decide. If you insist on a ceremony, I'll go along with itâ
Alyssaâs eyes narrowed at his response. Balfour made it seem as if the wedding had nothing to do
with him