Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131: I am not done yet

The car moved steadily through the city streets as Ivy stirred in her seat. She blinked slowly, her hazy gaze drifting toward the window before turning to the man beside her.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her words slightly slurred.

Fragments of memory returned. She remembered drinking with Lola and Sal at the bar.

Now she was in a moving car.

With Xander.

"To my penthouse," Xander replied evenly. "I can’t let Leo see his mother in this condition."

Ivy frowned immediately.

"I’m not drunk."

As if to prove her point, she tried to sit up straight, only to lose her balance.

"I can see that," Xander said dryly, catching her before she could topple over.

Ivy looked up at him, irritation flashing across her face.

"You think I’m lying?"

"I think you’re proving my point."

His blunt honesty only annoyed her more.

"Then I’ll prove you’re wrong."

Before Xander could react, Ivy shifted and climbed onto his lap.

The driver nearly choked.

"Ma’am—"

He immediately cut himself off and fixed his eyes firmly on the road.

Ivy ignored him completely.

Her head was spinning, but she refused to back down. Back when she was Raven, she could handle alcohol just fine.

Unfortunately, she kept forgetting she was no longer in Raven’s body.

Ivy’s alcohol tolerance was practically nonexistent.

Xander’s entire body went rigid the moment she settled on his lap.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice lower than before.

Despite his stern expression, there was tension in his eyes.

Ivy lifted her chin stubbornly.

"Proving that I’m not drunk."

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and looked directly at him, trying her best to focus despite her blurred vision.

Then she shifted slightly.

Xander inhaled sharply.

A confused frown crossed Ivy’s face.

"Why are you acting so weird?"

"Don’t move."

His warning came instantly.

She froze.

For all of two seconds.

Then curiosity got the better of her.

"Why?"

She shifted again.

Xander closed his eyes briefly.

The man had negotiated billion-dollar deals, faced ruthless competitors, and handled dangerous situations without blinking.

Nothing had prepared him for a drunk Ivy.

Meanwhile, Ivy finally found a comfortable position and relaxed.

A moment later, her eyes widened.

"Mr. Emerson..."

She reached up and cupped his face.

"Why is your face so red?"

Before he could stop her, she gently squeezed his cheeks.

The driver’s shoulders shook suspiciously.

Xander shot him a warning look through the rearview mirror.

The driver immediately straightened.

"I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything, sir."

"Good."

Ivy, completely oblivious to the exchange, studied Xander with concern.

"Are you sick?"

"No."

"You look sick."

"I’m perfectly fine."

She narrowed her eyes.

"You don’t look fine."

Before she could continue her investigation, Xander caught both of her wrists and lowered her hands.

His gaze locked onto hers.

"Behave, Ivy."

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