Bonnie felt a little helpless, saying, “Do I look like someone who only knows how to use force?”
Ivor smiled and embraced her gently. “I’m not saying you’re rough. I just think using force is a more straightforward way to solve problems. I said that because I thought you’d use it.”
Bonnie raised her brows and glanced sideways at her fiance. She said, “As usual, you’re good with words.”
Ivor smiled faintly and took her hand to lead her out. “The basement smells terrible. Let’s leave.”
“Sure,” Bonnie responded softly and followed Ivor out.
When they reached outside, he looked at Bonnie and asked, “Can you tell me why you came just to inform Shane about losing his company?”
“It’s simple.” Bonnie hooked her arm around Ivor’s and walked with him. She explained, “Physical harm doesn’t cause much suffering to someone as proud and arrogant as Shane. He’ll only feel miserable once I break his psychological defenses.
“He has always aspired to be the wealthiest man in the city, which shows he’s career-minded and values his company immensely. I came to tell him about your family acquiring his company to shatter his hopes.”
Upon hearing that, Ivor remembered seeing Shane vomiting blood in the basement.
‘Bonnie struck Shane’s weak spot so precisely, ensuring Shane would remain in constant torment even in prison.’
Ivor teased, “Your move was ruthless. Whenever Shane thinks of you in prison, he’ll probably grit his teeth and break out in a cold sweat. I’m confident he’ll never want to see you again.”
“Well, he deserves it.” Bonnie’s eyes turned cold as she spoke. After all, Shane had hurt her fiance.
She teased, “Remember not to betray me, or I guarantee your fate will be worse than his.”
Ivor felt amused and helpless, saying, “Honey, don’t you know me by now? I don’t have time to spoil you, so how can I betray you?”
Bonnie looked at him with a half-smile and said, “You’d better keep it that way.”
“Then spend a lifetime observing me,” Ivor said as he interlocked his fingers with hers, “I’m sure I can pass the test.”
Bonnie blushed as she looked at his
solemn expression. She turned
aside and cleared her throat. “All right, that’s enough. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m glad you understand that.”
“Okay,” Ivor gently responded, “I’ll cook for you when we get back. What would you like to eat?”
After some thought, she answered, “Spaghetti Bolognese. It’s been a long time since I had that.”
“Perfect. Then let’s hurry home so I can make it for you.” Ivor quickened his pace, and they started jogging.
Bonnie did not resist. Instead, she let him lead her away. She sighed in contentment as she felt the wind brushing against her cheeks and looked at the man holding her hand.
Three days later, Bonnie’s shoulder almost healed completely. She thought it had been a while since
she attended school, so she went
early.
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