A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 198

Chapter 198

"Hey," Silas said softly as Ivy entered the room.

"Hey," she replied, her eyes shining with a mixture of guilt and concern.

He looked away, afraid to show his pain. It still hurt that she had rejected him, but

he was willing to give her space-until she was ready for him.

He knew it might break him, but he was willing to wait.

"Hello, Ms. Stone," the officer beside him greeted.

"Hello," Ivy replied.

"Can you please confirm that this is the man in the footage?" the officer asked, pointing to the other room where

a stranger sat.

Ivy moved closer to the two-way mirror and studied the man. After a few seconds, she nodded. "Yes, he is. He

has the exact outfit."

The officer nodded. "Thank you for that, ma'am. We can proceed now." He left the room, leaving Silas and Ivy

behind.

Silas swallowed, clenching his hands to keep them from trembling.

"Thank you," Ivy said softly. "I wasn't expecting this."

"Yeah," he replied, unsure of what to say next.

She turned to face him, her eyes glimmering with something akin to remorse. "Thank you."

He swallowed. "Yes."

She bit her lip, turning back to the mirror only for a split second, before facing him again. "I'm sorry about earlier.

I shouldn't have..."

His heart tightened at the hesitation in her voice. "It's okay," he said gently. "You're setting boundaries, and |

respect that. I'm your husband, | should know better. | apologize."

Shock flashed in her eyes before she looked away.

His stomach dropped. "I'm still your husband, right?"

"Oh God, of course," she said quickly.

"Okay," he murmured, just as the officer entered the other room.

Silas tucked his hand into his pocket to ease the tension building in his chest,

Maybe it was tto propose again, to marry her properly.

No contracts, No media. Just love.

Then his mind drifted to Rosie, crashing the party with gunshots.

Maybe not.

Another officer entered the room, and it was tfor the interview.

"Let's sit," Silas said, pulling out a chair for Ivy

Her cheeks flushed as she sat down.

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"Good day. I'm Detective Mark, and this is my partner, Detective Long," the first officer said, gesturing toward his

colleague. "So," he added, "Christopher

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Edgeton, Can | call you Chris?"

"Callwhatever, Detective," Christopher replied, leaning forward. His colorful trousers shimmered under the

white light. "But don't waste my t21 didn't do anything wrong."

"We'll be the judge of that." Detective Long said.

"It's about the envelope, right?"

The detectives exchanged a quick glance before Detective Mark nodded. "Yes, it is."

Christopher leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "I knew it was going to be a problem, walking into someone's

office, pretending."

Silas leaned forward, intrigued.

The officers said nothing. They just let him speak.

"I shouldn't have done it," Christopher said, rubbing his face. "If the owner wants

to press charges, | accept."

Ivy shifted in her chair. "He doesn't know what he did?"

Before Silas could respond, Detective Long interjected. "We're not focused on the trespassing for now. We want

information on who sent you."

Christopher lifted his brow. "The woman? Oh goodness, she's a stranger."

Silas glanced at Ivy, who was tapping her foot nonstop. His heart ached at her discomfort, and he wished he

could pull her close and kiss it away.

But then-boundaries.

"Explain further, please," Detective Mark said.

Christopher lowered his head, his expression full of shame. "She... approachedwhile | was having my

morning coffee. We liked the sflavor, so we started talking. She toldshe wanted to see her sister-in-law,

who wouldn't talk to her." He paused, his cheeks turning red.

Detective Long leaned in, his voice firm. "Now's not the tto hide anything." "I'm not hiding," Christopher

said. “I'm... ashamed. She paidtwo hundred dollars for the job. It seemed small, and | needed the money, so

1 did it. I don't know her. I... should... I..." His voice cracked.

Detective Mark glanced briefly at Silas and Ivy before turning back to Christopher. "Describe this woman."

Christopher wiped his forehead. "Short blonde hair. Smelled great. Long red nails. She was wearing Louboutin

heels with a terrible gown, | thought it was weird."

Silas groaned, his chest tightened as he stood up. "It's Rosie."

Ivy stood too. "They can get her with that information, right?"

"Yes." Though he didn't believe himself.

“I think that's how she approached Beatrice too," Ivy said. “Random places. A

small job. It's like she wants to drivecrazy."

Panic surged inside Silas, but he held it together "The phone led nowhere. It's like she knew we had the girl."

They both becsilent.

His mind raced. If Rosie had approached this stranger so casually, how many

more people had she contacted?

He remembered her threat, and the panic deepened.

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The door opened, and Detective Mark returned. "Do you think it's her?"

"Absolutely," Silas said. "He described her perfectly."

"What's the next step, Detective?" Ivy asked, her voice wavering.

"We'll begin investigating and follow up on his statement."

Silas took the cue that their part was done. He extended a hand. "Thank you so much, Detective."

The detective shook it. "You're welcome, sir."

Silas placed his hand gently on Ivy's waist, guiding her out. Once they were in the

hallway, their eyes met before he dropped his hand.

He cleared his throat. "So... tto go, yeah?"

"Yes," she nodded.

He wanted to say so much more, but he held back. One thing was certain now:

once he got home, he would tear up the contract they had once signed.

Bud joined them. "Hello, ma'am."

"Hey, Bud," Ivy replied with a smile. "How are you?"

"Great, ma'am," Bud said, then he turned to Silas and whispered, "Everywhere

has been checked, sir. We found no proof that it was bugged."

Relief washed over Silas for a moment before panic took over. If he wasn't bugged, how else was

Rosie knowing everything?

"Thank you, Bud," he said.

Just as they started walking down the hallway, Silas saw Wade.

"Wade?"

Wade spotted him and hurried toward him. "Hey, have you seen him?"

Silas raised a brow. "Who?"

"Thomas."

Anger flared inside Silas's chest. "He's here?"

"Yes," Ivy said gingerly. "I saw him when I... was coming in."

Silas turned to her, narrowing his eyes at her tone. "What did he do?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, avoiding his gaze.

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He knew she was lying but he didn't press. Instead, he turned to Wade. "How did

he know | was here?"

"He was called. They found the officer responsible. Come, let's go," Wade said.

"What officer?" Silas asked, confusion racing inside him, but Wade was already walking away.

Out of curiosity, Silas followed, with Ivy surprisingly close behind. He said nothing, afraid she might change her

mind and leave.

They reached a room where Wade had gone. Before they entered, Silas could

hear Thomas already yelling.

"What's happening?" Ivy asked.

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"No idea," Silas shrugged. "Let's find out."

He pushed the door open, and Thomas fell silent. The female detective in charge

was standing with two other detectives, looking remorseful,

When Thomas saw them, his face twisted with rage. "What are

you doing here?"

"l invited him," Wade said before Silas could speak. "He deserves to know."

Silas's eyes narrowed, matching Thomas's hostility. "Know what?"

Ivy's phone rang, cutting through the tension. Her cheeks flushed. "Sorry. Excuse

me," she said and left.

"They found the detective who helped Rosie escape," Wade said.

Silas's heart dropped. "What? Where the hell is he?"

"Squestion I'm asking!" Thomas roared, turning to the detectives. "Where the

hell is he?"

"The investigation is ongoing," the female detective began. "We're looking for

him."

"Or hiding him!" Thomas snapped. "If | find out you are, I'll sue the fuck

out of you!"

Silas fought the urge to scoff at Thomas's fake outrage. If he didn't know what

Thomas had done, he might have thought Thomas was so eagger to find

Rosie.

The door opened and Ivy returned, her face pale.

Silas's heart clenched as he went to her. "What happened?"

She bit her lip. "It's Theresa. She needs help. She just beat up a reporter, and it's

all over the news."