His voice dripped with an irresistible, seductive charm.
"Mm, there weren't any before, but there will be now. I came out here specifically to scout."
His affectionate nuzzling tickled Ivy, sending a warm rush blooming through her chest.
"Why? Is it just because my family lives out here?"
Their region was incredibly backward, and she couldn't fathom why a CEO from a massive metropolis would ever invest here.
Even if he did invest, the population was far too small to ever recoup the costs, let alone turn a profit.
Was this man out of his mind?
"I don't know. I just felt like I should establish some operations here."
Alaric had zero interest in discussing work with her, lazily dragging his lips against hers to initiate another kiss.
Ivy had never known this old man could be so aggressively clingy.
Stirred by his teasing touches, she found herself swept up in the passion all over again.
But just before she could close her eyes and surrender to the pleasure, the phone on the nightstand started ringing.
Ivy hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, placing it against her ear while still allowing the man to trail kisses over her skin.
Hazel's voice immediately echoed through the speaker.
"Ivy, where did you go? Mom has been looking for you. Come back quickly."
Ivy ended the call and gently pushed against the man beside her to halt his advancing hands.
"I have to go home. There are still things I need to handle."
The funeral had just concluded, and there were many friends and family at the house.
The ordeal seemed to have struck their mother quite hard; since Ivy's return, the older woman hadn't been nearly as vicious and bitter as before.
Though she still had no idea if her mother would try forcing Hazel into an arranged marriage later.
Alaric respectfully released her, asking with genuine concern:
"Is there anything you need me to handle for you?"
"No."
Ivy quickly got out of bed and began getting dressed.
Remembering the food she had brought over, she realized it must be completely cold by now.
Over two hours had passed.
Alaric deliberately fabricated an excuse:
"I still need to conduct a few more inspections around here, which should coincidentally take about two or three days as well."
"When you're done, come back to this hotel and wait for me. I drove here, so we can ride back together."
Ivy looked at him in total shock.
He came on a business trip, yet drove himself all the way here?
Was that something a powerful CEO actually did?
Not to mention, this tiny county town was incredibly far from Capital City. The drive must have taken at least ten hours.
Ivy couldn't help but suspect he had driven all this way entirely for her.
Yet she didn't quite dare to believe it.
Ultimately, she decided not to overthink it. Fully dressed, she sat on the edge of the bed and smiled down at him.
"I'm leaving now. There's no signal at my family's house, so don't bother calling or texting me. When I'm free, I'll come keep you company."
Hearing that she was leaving, Alaric's heart instantly felt hollowed out all over again.
He hauled her back down, greedily capturing her lips for another devastating kiss against her neck.

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