Chapter 828

“Ivy? Oh… Manager Zoe called her into a meeting!”

“Where’s the meeting? Could you please take me there?” Jamison’s tone was cool but polite.

The male colleague who answered him felt an inexplicable urge to comply. “It’s upstairs. I’ll take you,” he said, quickly getting to his feet.

“Thank you.”

When the meeting room door was knocked on and Jamison appeared behind it, Ivy was genuinely startled.

“What are you doing up here?” she blurted out in surprise.

Jamison tapped his watch. “It’s already seven o’clock. The whole family is waiting for us for dinner.”

His words made the two senior executives and several other department heads in the room feel rather embarrassed.

Ivy quickly stood up. “Mr. Crawford, Mr. Lawrence, it’s a family member’s birthday today, and we have a family dinner waiting for us.”

“Oh, is that so!” The two executives immediately rose, apologizing profusely and explaining to Jamison, “Mr. Jamison, we’re truly sorry. We lost track of time.”

Jamison pursed his lips and gave a curt nod in greeting. He walked over and took his wife’s hand. “Can she leave now?”

“Yes, of course! Ivy, thank you for your hard work today!” the executives said, nodding politely again.

Ivy offered a courteous smile. “Mr. Crawford, Mr. Lawrence, I’ll be going then. I’ve already explained my position. Please consider it.”

“Of course, of course. You two should hurry back.” The executives stood up and saw them to the door.

Without a single word of courtesy, Jamison pulled Ivy away and left without a backward glance.

As they walked downstairs, Ivy noticed people from every department craning their necks to watch them.

She frowned, then looked at her husband and understood. “You didn’t go from department to department asking for me, did you?”

“What other choice did I have? I waited in the car for an hour.” Dr. Ludwig had a temper too. He had never waited for anyone in his life, let alone for a full hour. His rear end felt like it was glued to the driver’s seat.

Ivy was being pulled along, only able to see his profile from behind. It had been a while since he’d given her the cold shoulder. Instead of getting angry, she found his current mood rather amusing.

“Alright, alright, I know the great Mr. Jamison has been wronged. I’m the first person to ever make you wait, right? Remember on our trip when you said you wanted to unlock many more ‘firsts’ between us? Doesn’t today count as one?”

They had reached the elevator when Jamison turned around, his dark eyes glaring at her.

“This counts?”

“Why not? It’s clearly another first for us.”

Jamison stared at her mischievous eyes, at a loss for words.

Once they were in the car, seeing that he still seemed a bit upset, Ivy decided to use her ultimate weapon.

Just as Jamison buckled his seatbelt and started the engine, a hand reached over from the passenger seat and grabbed his collar.

“You-” He was startled, not understanding what she was doing. Ivy leaned over, pulling his face towards hers by his collar.

It was a kiss where she took complete control. Ivy held him firmly by the collar, turning her head just enough to avoid their noses bumping. Her lips pressed deeply against his, a kiss that was both possessive and tender, dominant yet sensual.

Jamison’s eyes went wide. His expression shifted from cool indifference to clear surprise, then softened into tenderness.

Ivy had initially closed her eyes. When she sensed he had been sufficiently placated, she opened them and looked at him from up close.

Jamison hadn’t closed his eyes at all. So when he saw the woman who had deliberately used her charm on him open her eyes and gaze at him with a smile, he playfully bit her lip.

“Ouch…” Ivy hissed in pain, pulling back and letting go of him. Her lip was numb, and she could taste a faint hint of blood. She flipped down the sun visor to check the mirror.

“You broke the skin!” she exclaimed.

Jamison was smiling now. He scoffed, “Serves you right for always using your feminine wiles on me.”

Ivy was still sucking in a breath of air. She swatted at him several times in protest. “You’re terrible! We have to go to the family estate later. How am I supposed to face everyone like this?”

“Just say you have a canker sore from stress.”

“Like anyone would believe that! I’ll just say a dog bit me.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Just watch me!”

Their playful bickering continued until Jamison’s phone rang again.

“Hello… Yes, I’ve got her. We’re on our way back. Don’t wait for us; go ahead and eat.”

After hanging up with his brother, Jamison glanced over at her. “Do we still need to go home for the gift, or should we just head straight there?”

“Of course we need the gift. It’s on the way, it won’t take long.”

Jamison didn’t think it was necessary, but he went along with his wife’s wishes.