Ivy pulled her sister aside and asked point-blank:
“Did you have feelings for Mr. Foster before this?”
Otherwise, why would she have gone to such lengths to see him?
What Alaric did just now—Ivy wasn't sure if it was deliberate, but its clear purpose was to shatter whatever idealized filter Hazel had placed on him.
Hazel practically vibrated with anger at the question.
“How could I possibly have feelings for a scumbag like him? Ivy, I’m so sorry. I shouldn't have brought you. You must feel so disgusted right now, don't you?”
She didn't deny that she initially had a strong crush on the CEO.
She had wanted to find an excuse to interact with him, to see if there was something special beneath the surface.
After all, her family claimed he was even more exceptional than her three brothers.
But after what just happened, Hazel realized he was nothing but a creep and a predator.
How dare he take liberties with her sister?
She instantly regretted only slapping him and not kicking him between the legs.
“As long as you don't have those kinds of feelings for him, it's fine. I’m okay, so stop blaming yourself.”
Ivy gently comforted her.
Hazel simply couldn't comprehend it.
“What is wrong with you? He clearly groped you, and he was holding you so tight! You usually despise perverts who take advantage of women, but today you just keep saying it’s fine.”
“Not to mention, you have a husband!”
If this were the old Ivy, she probably would have cursed the man out worse than Hazel did.
But today, Ivy kept trying to smooth things over and cover up what he had done.
Hazel couldn't figure out what was going through her sister’s head.
There were moments when Ivy desperately wanted to confess everything to her sister.
That was her husband. So what if he grabbed her butt?
After all, sometimes she grabbed Alaric's butt too.
Keeping this massive lie going made her feel increasingly guilty.
“I doubt it. Just don't act so hostile toward him during lunch. If we play nice, he probably won't hold a grudge.”
Hazel remained anxious.
Only now did she realize she had acted completely on impulse.
She couldn't let her actions drag down her family, or she'd become the ultimate jinx.
Lunch was served right there at the clubhouse.
When Ivy and her sister returned from the restroom, a staff member escorted them straight to a private dining room.
The two men were already seated inside.
Taking her sister’s advice to heart, Hazel swallowed her hostility and sat quietly next to Xavier, keeping her head down and saying nothing.
Ivy sat next to Hazel.
Keeping a safe distance from Alaric.
Alaric's eyes were fixed entirely on her. Once the waiter poured the wine, he raised his glass and directed his words at Ivy.
“Miss Sawyer is simply too stunning. I have never seen a woman so breathtakingly pure and radiant. I was completely overwhelmed by my desires and couldn't control myself when I touched you. I sincerely apologize. I'll drink to that, you can drink at your own pace.”

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