Chapter 460: Let’s Get Married

Ivy Sherwood had a quick chat with Edie about work. Over a month had passed. Edie and her team had inspected the storefronts in Elandra, picked out a few, set up the counters, and were now open for business.

Edie added, "Boss, Mr. Linton has been a huge help these past few days."

"Mr. Linton?"

"You know, the missus’s secretary, Zane Linton! He’s a genius. His ideas are so much better than ours. If it weren’t for him, things wouldn’t have gone so smoothly. We definitely would have taken the long way around."

Ivy Sherwood was surprised to hear that Zane Linton had been helping Edie and her team all along.

’That must have been at Quentin Blackwood’s instruction. Edie had even mentioned before the Lunar New Year how all her business negotiations back then had gone so smoothly. It seems Quentin definitely had a hand in it.’

Just then, a soft knock came from the door.

Ivy Sherwood was still on the call with Edie and her team. Quentin Blackwood pushed the door open a crack and peeked in. "Are you finished? Why don’t you have a bite first?"

He was holding a freshly made strawberry pudding. It was almost lunchtime, and he wanted to give her something to tide her over.

"Is that the missus? He’s so thoughtful! Boss, haven’t you even had breakfast? Go on, go eat," Edie and the others chimed in teasingly.

After ending the video call, Ivy Sherwood ate the pudding Quentin Blackwood had made.

The pudding was sweet and rich, and Ivy Sherwood quite liked it. She hadn’t expected Quentin Blackwood to have such skills.

"How is it?" Quentin Blackwood asked.

"Didn’t you try it yourself?" Ivy Sherwood blinked, her eyes sparkling.

"No." Quentin Blackwood had made it based on instinct; he hadn’t actually tasted it.

Ivy Sherwood scooped a little onto her spoon and held it up to Quentin Blackwood’s lips. "Here, you try it."

Quentin Blackwood glanced down at the spoon. ’The very one Ivy has been using,’ he thought. ’It seems she doesn’t mind me in the slightest.’

Quentin Blackwood leaned down and ate the pudding off the spoon.

"So?" Ivy Sherwood asked.

Quentin Blackwood said, "It’s not sweet enough."

’Still not sweet enough?’

Ivy thought it was already perfectly sweet; the strawberry flavor was quite strong.

"You don’t really like sweets anyway. But if you want it sweeter, you could add some jam."

"No need." As he spoke, Quentin Blackwood swiftly leaned in and pressed a kiss to Ivy Sherwood’s lips.

He easily parted her lips, plundering her sweetness wantonly. "Now it’s sweet," Quentin Blackwood murmured.

Ivy Sherwood’s face flushed crimson. "Pervert! I’m docking points!"

"You don’t like it?"

"I don’t—mmph..."

Her protest was smothered as Quentin Blackwood kissed her again, giving her no chance to say she didn’t like it.

「For the past two days」 Quentin Blackwood and Ivy Sherwood had stayed home, not going anywhere at all.

Quentin seemed to have reverted to the impetuous youth he once was, kissing her at the drop of a hat and constantly getting handsy with her.

He kept saying he had to make up for lost time. And he was very skillful; every time, Ivy Sherwood would find herself submitting to him. She would want to resist, but he would make her feel so good she couldn’t bring herself to push him away.

Late that night, Ivy Sherwood panted, "So this is what you meant by ’taking care of me’?"

"Isn’t this a good way to take care of you?" Quentin Blackwood brought her fingers to his lips, kissing each one before lacing his hand through hers.

"No!" She felt like she was at her limit.

’If this keeps up,’ she thought, ’I’m going to die in this bed one of these days.’

"Quentin Blackwood, maybe you don’t actually like me at all. Maybe you’re just looking for a compatible sex partner! You just like the feeling of sleeping with me!"

Ivy Sherwood started to wonder if Quentin Blackwood just saw her as some kind of plaything.

"Is that the kind of promiscuous person you think I am?" Quentin Blackwood murmured, placing a kiss on Ivy Sherwood’s cheek.

"Well, aren’t you?"

Quentin Blackwood chuckled in disbelief. "What gave you that idea? If I didn’t like you, why would I be sleeping with you?"

"That’s not necessarily true. Men are animals who think with their dicks. How can you be... again..." Ivy Sherwood’s face burned. They had just finished, yet Quentin Blackwood was already aroused again!

"Other men might be, but I’m not. Before I met you, I thought I was asexual. If I were only with you for sex, I would have just forced myself on you long ago. I truly haven’t been with a single woman all these years. Ask Zane Linton if you don’t believe me."

"Zane Linton works for you. Of course he’s going to back you up."

"Then I’ll call him right now." With that, Quentin Blackwood reached for his phone.

"Don’t..." Ivy Sherwood stopped him.

From the looks of them, it was obvious they had just been intimate. ’How mortifying would it be to call Zane Linton right now?’ she thought.

"You still don’t believe I love you. How about this: let’s get married. Once you’re Mrs. Blackwood, you’ll know that my feelings for you are real."

Ivy Sherwood’s heart leaped. She never imagined Quentin Blackwood would say something like that—proposing marriage.

She’d never thought about marriage. She wasn’t that old, and on top of that, she’d always assumed she and Quentin Blackwood might not have a future, so she’d never let her mind wander in that direction.

Besides, she was with Quentin Blackwood for him, not for the title of Mrs. Blackwood.

"That’s too impulsive."

"So, is that a yes or a no?" Quentin Blackwood watched her, his gaze deep and intense.

Ivy Sherwood shook her head. "No. Who proposes like that? Marrying you so easily would be letting you off the hook. Besides, you’re still just my trial boyfriend!"

Marriage was a momentous decision; Ivy Sherwood needed more time to think. She wasn’t sure how much of what Quentin Blackwood said was truly heartfelt.

She wasn’t even sure if this was all just a beautiful, fleeting dream. What if the Quentin Blackwood before her was a sham, an act he was putting on?

Though she still had feelings for Quentin Blackwood, she didn’t dare give her heart away so easily a second time.

"It’s precisely because I’m still on probation that I have to perform well and satisfy Boss Sherwood, so you’ll make my position permanent."

"I don’t—mmph..."

Quentin Blackwood launched another wave of assault, and Ivy Sherwood felt as if she might just perish in that bed.

In the end, she was completely spent. She lay limp on Quentin Blackwood’s chest as he held her.

Ivy Sherwood was so tired she didn’t even want to lift a finger. "Don’t you have business back in Aethelgard?" she asked. "Why haven’t you left yet?"

"I’ll probably have to head back in the next day or two."

"What are you going back for?" Ivy Sherwood asked.

"Don’t want me to go?"

"I was just asking."

"I have some work to do back there." The main headquarters was in Aethelgard, after all, and there was a lot to take care of.

Quentin Blackwood proceeded to tell Ivy Sherwood everything he needed to do upon his return.

"Last time, in Elandra, you said you were coming back to investigate something. How did that go?"

"The investigation is finished. It was Joy Sheridan."

"No way!" Ivy Sherwood exclaimed in shock. "Old Master Sheridan is famous for doting on his granddaughter. How could Joy Sheridan do something like that? He’s her only living relative."

Any sane person would be incapable of such a cruel act.