The Kiss that Sparked it All novel Chapter 1976

Ivy’s attitude towards Balfour now was a stark contrast to the disinterested figure who'd stood by the door earlier.

Balfour gazed at her with probing eyes, wondering what happened to her.

Catching his look, Ivy felt a twinge of nervousness, "What's wrong, honey? You don't like the dish?"

" I love it." Balfour replied, spearing a forkful from his plate and taking a mouthful.

The show must go on in front of his grandparents.

Throughout the meal, Ivy played the part of the doting wife, constantly serving Balfour's plate with zeal.

Regardless of what she picked, he accepted it without complaint, even though there were a few dishes he wasn't fond of.

At first, Alyssa suspected they might be having a spat, but seeing them interact so pleasantly eased her worries.

After dinner, Ivy excused herself and retreated to her room. The act was exhausting and far too sappy for her taste. She almost made herself sick!

Fresh from her bath, Ivy saw Balfour coming in.

After drying her hair, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Her voice was light and detached, "Grandma and grandpa haven't gone to their room yet. You should probably head back to the guest room later."

Balfour wasn't home often. And even when he was, he usually slept in the guest room. They hardly spent any time together in the same space.

He simply replied with a "Sure," and headed for the shower.

When he came out, Ivy was on the balcony with a glass of milk placed on the small table in front of her.