The Kiss that Sparked it All (Ellinor and Theo) novel Chapter 1934

Chapter 1934 

No sooner had Ivy stepped out of the hotel than her phone buzzed in her pocket, and Clara’s voice, filled with fury, crackled through the line as she answered the call. 

“Ivy, what on earth did you do last night? Why is Vincent giving me the cold shoulder now? He won’t even answer my calls!” Clara’s accusation was sharp, as if Ivy had committed some unforgivable sin against her. 

Ivy, recalling the previous evening’s debacle, felt a chill settle in her gaze. “Do you really want to know?” 

“Of course, I do! Why else would I be calling you?” Clara snapped back, her tone aggressive and demanding. 

Balling her hand into a tight fist, Ivy replied with a steely resolve, “Fine. If you’re so desperate to know, I’ll tell you myself. I’m on my way home now!” 

Before Clara could utter another word, Ivy ended the call. 

She hailed a cab and headed straight for the Dunhills’ residence. 

Twenty minutes later, Ivy had barely set foot in the Dunhills’ abode when Clara charged at her, delivering a stinging slap across her face. “Ivy, what did you do? Why is Vincent ignoring me? Are you only happy when you ruin my career in showbiz?” 

Rubbing her reddened cheek, Ivy retorted with a slap of her own, “What right do you have to hit me, Clara? I owe you 

nothing!” 

“You… how dare you hit me?” Clara’s face registered shock, disbelief etched across her features. 

For years, it had always been Clara who tormented her, never once had Ivy fought back. 

“I am no longer the pushover you can bully! Get out of my way!” Ivy shoved Clara aside with distaste and stormed into the living room. 

In the living room, Tessa sat next to Finn. She rose abruptly as Ivy entered. “Ivy, I told you to apologize to Vincent, but look at what you did. How could you make him ignore your sister’s calls?” 

“Apologize? Mom, is that really all you expected of me? How dare you ask me that?” Ivy sneered as she slumped onto the couch, her eyes icy and detached. “You lured me into Vincent’s private room. What did you expect me to do? Strip down willingly?” 

Clara burst into the room, clutching her face, her eyes brimming with tears as she glared at Ivy. “Dad, not only did Ivy make Vincent cut me off, but she also hit me the moment she walked in the door.”