The Kiss that Sparked it All (Ellinor and Theo) novel Chapter 2077

Chapter 2077 

Oh, totally forgot that the guy was on a mission to deliver lunch to Giselle. 

Well, that’s none of her business then! 

Seeing Ivy’s indifferent attitude, Balfour’s brow furrowed in irritation. He had gone out of his way to check up on this girl, and she was still giving him the cold shoulder? 

“What’s this all about? A leading lady like yourself, squatting here so gracelessly. Really, don’t you find that a bit unsightly?” 

Ivy was baffled, “Before you showed up, nobody had a problem with me squatting here. Aren’t you here to see someone? Get on with it, then!” 

This woman, knowing full well he was there for her, still acted so chilly. Did she think she was some kind of big shot now? 

A smirk played on Balfour’s lips, laced with sarcasm. “Ms. Dunhill, you’re not getting ahead of yourself just because you’ve had a taste of the spotlight, are you? Seems to me you’ve got a long way to go.” 

His flippant tone was like nails on a chalkboard to Ivy. 

It was as if all her hard work until now had been for nothing. 

She really wanted to give him a piece of her mind. But remembering their contractual ties, she swallowed the harsh words bubbling up inside her. 

Once she earned enough to pay off the debt she owed him, they’d have nothing more to do with each other! 

“It’s none of your concern.” 

With that, Ivy turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Balfour seething in her wake. 

He scoffed internally, “What an ungrateful woman!” 

As Balfour watched Ivy’s retreating figure, his face was set in stone, silent. 

“Go and call Balfour over here for me, tell him I have something important to discuss!” Giselle commanded as soon as she caught wind of Balfour’s arrival at the studio. 

Watching the fallout between Balfour and Ivy, Giselle’s heart bloomed with joy. 

No time to scold her assistant now. She needed them to run errands for her. 

“Hurry up, before Balfour heads back to the office!” 

Giselle sat in her trailer, touching up her makeup in the mirror, the reflection showing a woman with a captivating smile. “Hmph, I always said there would be no happy ending for you two. Because in the end, Balfour is destined to be mine. Oh Ivy, you may have won the audience, but this man’s heart? I’ll make sure it’s clenched in my fist!” 

Balfour faced Giselle’s assistant with an indifferent expression, “Can’t she come out here to talk? Does it have to be in her trailer?” 

The assistant was visibly intimidated, hardly daring to meet Balfour’s gaze. 

His towering height of nearly six-foot-three alone was enough to instill a sense of dread, let alone the domineering aura that came with his family’s reputation. 

“Mr. Howard, I don’t know what Giselle wants to discuss with you. I’m just the messenger.” 

His trembling, even just from passing a message, was a telltale sign of the treatment he usually endured from Giselle.