The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor-Chapter 68 - Touching Isn’t a Crime

68: Chapter 68: Touching Isn’t a Crime

68 -68: Touching Isn’t a Crime

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the bed.

Just as she was about to get up, she saw Edwin Blake sitting across from her with a sullen face.

Ivy River rubbed her eyes, and after confirming that she was not mistaken,

without waiting for her thoughts to come together, she immediately questioned, “Where’s my child?”

Edwin did not speak, shadows from the light falling over his head made it hard to discern his expression.

“Edwin Blake, I’m asking you, where is my child!”

Ivy couldn’t help but grow nervous.

She suddenly realized something, hurriedly looking under the quilt at herself.

Thankfully, she was still clothed!

“Ivy River, checking whether you’re clothed now is already too late, isn’t it?

Your body still doesn’t attract me.

Rest assured.”

Edwin’s indifferent voice sounded as he walked towards her.

The chill around him exuded a low pressure that overwhelmed her, making her involuntarily frightened.

Damn thing!

Spreading low pressure for no reason, psycho!

Ivy gritted her teeth and mocked, “It’s not attractive, just did it ninety-eight times, and let me ask you again, where is my child, please tell me.”

Edwin leaned forward to look at her, his arm suddenly “clicked” and turned on the light.

Ivy closed her eyes, a bit unaccustomed to the sudden brightness.

“The child is fine.”

Edwin’s hand lightly brushed across her face.

Then, tracing towards her neck like the hand of death, capable of strangling her at any moment.

But finally resting on her waist.

Edwin laughed lightly, “Your waist, still as slender as ever.”

“Edwin Blake, are you sick or something!”

Ivy, flustered and exasperated, slapped Edwin’s hand away.

Unperturbed, Edwin’s hand reached for her neck, as if rekindling an old flirtation from five years ago.

Gently caressing.

“Ivy River, tell me, how should I punish you?”

Ivy was stunned.

Edwin’s almond-shaped eyes were as dark as ink, his sharp features more stunning than ever.

So handsome.

No!

Ivy shook her head vehemently, “Edwin Blake, if you’re sick, see a doctor, if you’re in heat, turn to Isla Sutton, not me, disgusting!”

His seductive attack, this man was truly cunning.

Edwin’s fingers tangled her hair faintly, “Impressive, went away for five years and picked up some skills.”

“Don’t touch me, disgusting, being touched by scum like you is simply my pillar of shame!”

Edwin ignored her, his lips curling into a gentle arc, “Behave, don’t make a fuss.”

Ivy had had enough.

Just as she moved, Edwin pinned her on the bed.

“Why did you have a dispute with Isla at the mall?”

Ivy’s gaze turned cold suddenly, feeling an immense rage brewing inside.

“If you want to go crazy, don’t do it here.

I’m not here to serve you.

Now you’d better obediently take me and the child out of the Blake Clan Group, otherwise I can’t guarantee what I’ll do.”

“Oh?

What will you do, tell me.”

Edwin firmly held the struggling Ivy, a smile tugging at his lips.

Ivy took a deep breath, “You’ve crossed the line, President Blake, Miss Sutton won’t be happy if she finds out.”

“Isla won’t mind.

If she did, she wouldn’t have come back five years ago.”

“The diamond bachelor, divorced without a child, who doesn’t like that?”

Ivy sarcastically retorted without hesitation.

“She wouldn’t mind even if there were kids.”

“Really?

Ask her if she’d mind if the child’s mother is Ivy River.”

“Finally admitting the child is mine?” Edwin released his grip with a cold sneer, turning away from her without another glance, “Come out, let’s talk.”

Ivy was taken aback, not speaking.

Edwin poured himself a glass of wine and savored it slowly.

He waited for a long time, yet Ivy remained motionless.

“Ivy River, is it that hard for you to get out of bed?”

Edwin stood up, looking at Ivy with his impatience showing.

“If President Blake could wait three years for his first love to return, why can’t he wait a dozen minutes?”

Ivy said, casually sitting across from Edwin.

Edwin stared at her fresh-faced little face, so different from Ayla’s.

Her small goose-egg face, especially with that tear mole at the corner of her eye, more captivating.

Her bone structure was beautiful, and at that banquet with makeup on, mesmerizingly beautiful to the point one couldn’t look away.

Without makeup, she still carried an air of purity.

Coupled with her just-woken-up daze, her lazy sitting posture, the V-neck of her shirt faintly revealing her cleavage, made Edwin quite stirred.

Ivy nonchalantly asked, “What do you want to talk about, President Blake.”

Edwin rubbed his temples, trying hard to regain focus, “From now on, don’t have any conflict with Isla, her illness hasn’t fully recovered yet, and it seems to have relapsed recently.”

“As long as President Blake can manage her properly.”

Ivy’s attitude displeased Edwin, he stood up, pinching her chin, “Ivy River, don’t stir up trouble.”

“Ouch!”

Ivy cried out in pain, her tone icy, “I’m telling the truth, at the banquet, she framed me for a remarriage, also unwilling to take responsibility for the consequences, I could’ve ripped her face off, already gave you a lot of face.”

Her eyes carried discontent and resentment.

That was the kind of gaze Edwin didn’t want to see.

Edwin instinctively let go, “Five years ago you were so obedient, now why are you so rebellious?”

“Like you said, it was five years ago.

You didn’t bring me here just to talk about these things, did you?”

Edwin frowned, thought for a moment, then spoke, “Is Ayla you?”

“Who’s Ayla?”

“Grandma missed you so much before, she even mistook a doctor for you.”

Ivy feigned surprise, “Really?

Is grandma blurry-eyed in her old age?”

“That doctor, just like you, Ivy, has a sexy tear mole.”

Edwin couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her tear mole.

Ivy shivered instinctively, leaning back.

“President Blake, stop being so handsy!”

“So what if I touch it, I’ve not only touched it, I’ve kissed it.”

Edwin’s ambiguous caress gave Ivy a sudden illusion.

Could it be…that sex really can breed love?

Just a bit slower perhaps?

But such feelings, never have been love.

What she needed now wasn’t love, but her child.

“Stay within limits, if you want to talk business, talk business, don’t be handsy, scumbag.”

Ivy interrupted her own idle thoughts.

“Take the child back to the old manor often to visit grandma, she’s old and likes children.”

Ivy casually responded with a hum, then took the initiative to speak:

“Edwin Blake, I don’t know any Ayla, if you want to investigate Ayla, don’t come at me.

I’m just an ordinary small employee, still working to support a kid.”

Edwin glanced at her, his words laced with sarcasm, “Weren’t you quite dashing when you walked out with nothing back then?”

Ivy frowned, “Edwin Blake, your money, I find it filthy.”

“Then whose money you don’t find filthy!”

Edwin glared at Ivy angrily, “Not disgusted by Gale Wiles’s money?

You really make me sick for believing he’s really your brother!”