I Love You, Miss Genius (Bonnie Shepard and Ivor Knight) novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287

“Oops, sorry, slippery hands.” Orpheus quickly pulled out a few tissues and reached for Bonnie’s leg.

In Ivor’s view, this man was taking advantage, obviously seeking trouble.

Ivor rushed over, without a word, grabbed Orpheus’s shirt, and delivered a punch to his face.

“Ow!” Orpheus let out a miserable scream as he fell onto the couch.

“What are you doing?!” Bonnie hurriedly rushed to Orpheus’s side, afraid Ivor would continue to beat him up.

Ivor’s face was filled with anger. “He was trying to take advantage of you!”

“Never in my wildest dream! I was just handing her tissues, okay? Ouch, my face hurts. like hell.” Orpheus groaned, clutching his face.

Ivor paused for a moment. That voice sounded familiar.

Orpheus also paused, realizing that the guy’s voice sounded familiar.

Then, almost simultaneously, they looked at each other.

“Uncle Orpheus?”

“Ivor!”

Bonnie was also stunned, her gaze shifting between Ivor and Orpheus.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t noticed before, but now that the two men were side by side, they did look somewhat alike.

“How do you know my Uncle Orpheus?”

“How do you know my nephew?”

These two sentences were almost said at the same time by Ivor and Orpheus.

After a brief silence, Ivor unceremoniously put his arm around Bonnie’s waist. “Let’s sit down first.”

Bonnie, speechless, glared at him and tried to grab Ivor’s arm but hesitated.

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Ivor smiled at Bonnie. “Come on, have a seat.”

Orpheus stared wide–eyed at Bonnie and Ivor, suddenly realizing something.

“Oh my God! Is this for real? Bonwick, so you’re the one engaged to my nephew!”

Bonnie was also quite surprised. “I didn’t expect you to be Ivor’s uncle. Why don’t you have the same last name?”

“He takes his grandmother’s surname,” Ivor replied.

“Well, that’s a misunderstanding!” Orpheus touched his swollen face, glaring at Ivor. ” Ivor, hitting your uncle is outrageous! I’m a big star; I rely on my face for a living, and you, you little brat, let me hit you back. Otherwise, I couldn’t let go of this anger!”

Ivor held the beauty in his arms, feeling good, with a smile.

“Id