Chapter 2192
Ivy staggered back in shock, then quickly stepped forward in an attempt to grab Balfour’s hand, desperately trying to stop his escalating fury.
“Balfour, what the hell are you doing? Stop it, right now!”
Ryan got to his feet, his temper flaring, glaring with eyes that threatened to retaliate…
Ivy knew all too well that Balfour’s skills were unmatched; Ryan didn’t stand a chance.
To prevent the situation from spiraling out of control, Ivy threw caution to the wind and positioned herself in front of Ryan, clutching Balfour tightly, finally making him stop his assault. “Balfour, you’ve got it all wrong! Cool down, just let me explain.”
“Get out of here, I’ve got this.” Ivy turned back to warn Ryan, but before she could finish her sentence, Balfour pulled her away stiffly.
Clearly in a huffing rage, Balfour’s grip on Ivy’s wrist was painfully tight.
“Ouch-damn it, Balfour, what’s gotten into you? Let go of me.”
Ivy stumbled along behind him, her other hand wrestling with Balfour’s wrist, trying to break free from his iron grasp.
Balfour was an imposing force, a veritable iceberg on the move.
The rest of the crew lowered their heads, not daring to catch his eye for fear that one look could cost them their livelihoods.
Balfour didn’t go far. Upon reaching the next vacant room, he pulled Ivy inside and slammed the door shut with a thunderous bang.
After a fierce struggle, Ivy finally wrenched her hand free from Balfour’s vice-like grip.
She immediately stood opposite him, rubbing her reddened wrist, her face a mask of incredulous anger. “Balfour, what are you doing here? What the hell is all this about?”
“You’re asking me what I’m doing? Maybe you should take a hard look at what you’re doing first!”
Balfour had seen them together, so close, and it had ignited a firestorm inside him.
Ivy, equally upset, shot back, “If you need to lash out, go home! Don’t have a meltdown on my set, okay?”
Rubbing her sore wrist, Ivy tried to sidestep Balfour to leave the room…
But Balfour blocked the door with one hand while his other hand grasped Ivy’s chin firmly.
“You can’t stand being in the same room with me for a minute, can you? Do you want to run back to that guy?”
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Ivy frowned in frustration. She didn’t want to argue, but she couldn’t swallow the indignation building within her. “So what if I do? You assault someone for no good reason, and you expect me not to check on his injuries?”
But to Balfour, her words twisted in his ears. He thought she didn’t care about his displeasure and was ready to abandon him for another man.
In a fit of rage, he gazed at the defiant Ivy, not knowing what to say to teach her a lesson, and suddenly bent down to aggressively bite down on her soft lips.
The kiss, fierce and biting, took Ivy by surprise. She struggled to break free. “Mm… what the-”
Ivy shoved Balfour away with unexpected strength.
Distracted by his own intensity, Balfour’s grip loosened, allowing Ivy to push him off.
Furious, she wiped her lips with her sleeve, her eyes red with anger.
Balfour’s brow furrowed involuntarily.
Was his touch that repulsive to her?
“What the heck is this all about, showing up and going berserk like that?” Ivy was both angry and dumbfounded.
What exactly did she mean to Balfour?
Even if their relationship was a one-sided contract, did he have to bully her like this?
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