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Wayne took another glance.
“After I cheer Ivy up, let’s all go to the flower market together,” Wayne suggested.
Rosalynn put down her cup, “We’ll see. If I’m busy, you can just take the two siblings together.”
“Alright.”
Wayne agreed, and suddenly the atmosphere became a bit awkward.
At that moment, Rosalynn’s phone rang. It was a call from her studio.
“I have to get back to work now. You do whatever you want,” Rosalynn said before turning to leave.
After taking a couple steps, she seemed to remember something and turned back to Wayne, “President
Silverman, if you’re going to buy trendings next time, can you give me a heads up if it’s related to me?
The PR department at the Jared Group is having a real headache because of this.”
“Got it,” Wayne nodded.
“Thanks.” Rosalynn then went upstairs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWayne lingered by himself for a while before going to the second floor.
He had a rough idea which room Ivy’s art studio was in, as Cory just mentioned earlier.
Wayne slipped a small note he’d written through the crack of the door before reluctantly leaving.
Ivy’s painting was almost done, and she was very careful with every stroke, afraid that even a slight
mistake would make her start all over again.
When she finished applying the last bit of color, Ivy breathed a sigh of relief and carefully climbed down
from her small ladder. Then, she saw the note by the door.
Ivy was quite observant when it came to her art studio. She’d quickly notice if anything was out of
place.
She walked over, picked up the note, and opened it.
On the card, there was a cartoon sad face, with the words “Sorry” written next to it.
It was signed: Daddy.
Ivy raised an eyebrow, closed the card and, holding back a laugh, muttered, “Dad’s such a dummy!”
Keeping the card in her pocket, she turned around, took one last look at the painting she’d spent days
on, feeling satisfied. She then opened and closed the door tightly behind her.
Laura happened to walk by and asked if Ivy wanted to go downstairs for dinner.
Seeing Ivy coming out on her own, Laura was delighted.
“Miss, are you done painting?” Laura asked.
“It’s done,” Ivy clumsily patted her shoulder, “Nobody can enter the art studio – not you, not Mommy,
not Cory, nobody!”
“I know, you’ve told me many times,” Laura agreed, “Are your shoulders sore? Let me give you a
massage!”
Ivy went downstairs.
Her brother and uncle were playing chess. She didn’t see her mother or…
“Wow, our little fairy Ivy finally came out of her room!” Jaime exclaimed dramatically upon seeing Ivy.
Cory turned around.
Seeing paint on Ivy’s hands and face, he couldn’t help but get up and walk over to her, wiping off the
green paint, “You even got your face dirty.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Where is he?” Ivy asked Cory, not finding Wayne.
“Wayne?” Cory inquired.
Ivy nodded.
“Uncle Jaime already chased him away because I knew you didn’t like him. Aren’t I awesome?” Jaime
said confidently, winking at
Ny didn’t say anything.
For the rest of the night, she didn’t talk to Jaime at all.
Jaime was totally confused.
While Rosalynn was putting Ivy to bed that night.
Ivy rubbed against her and then, as usual, praised her, “Mommy, you smell so good, Ivy loves
snuggling with you the most!”
Rosalynn laughed, “Do you really love Mommy that much?”
“Yes! I love Mommy the most!” Ivy confirmed without hesitation.
“Well then, can Ivy let Mommy take a look at the painting she’s been working on for the past few days?”
Rosalynn playfully asked.
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