CHAPTER 363: CHAPTER 363: WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?

"Um, hello Aunt Linden." Ian Keane’s little face was cold, yet his words were polite.

If Ian’s mother were present, she would undoubtedly be very surprised that Ian Keane was not averse to Ivy Linden and even greeted her so politely.

This simply wasn’t the Ian Keane she knew.

"Hello, Ian. We seem to have met somewhere before?" Something flashed in Ivy Linden’s mind but she couldn’t grasp it. She felt Ivana Monroe must have brought Ian Keane to see her before.

"Really?"

Ian Keane’s eyes flickered.

"I might be mistaken." Ivy Linden couldn’t be certain, she said with a smile.

Ian Keane pursed his small lips, saying nothing, his pale cheeks reddening slightly, as if a bit guilty.

Ivy Linden approached the bedside, and Timmy Monroe moved aside on his own, and Ian Keane also got up, going with Timmy Monroe to play on the sofa.

"Ivana, how are you feeling now?"

Ivy Linden sat by Ivana Monroe’s bedside, asking with concern.

"Feeling much better, I should be able to leave the hospital soon."

Ivana Monroe hoped to get discharged soon; not only were there matters at her company to handle, but she also had to shoot Sean Vaughn’s MV. Although Sean Vaughn told her there was no rush and they could wait until next spring, she still felt uneasy delaying too long.

"That’s good, but you mustn’t rush to leave the hospital. You need to take care of your health before you can get discharged. Work will never be more important than your health."

Ivy Linden feared she was anxious about work. Health is the foundation of everything; without good health, no amount of money is of any use.

Moreover, does Leon Keane lack money?

Leon Keane doesn’t need money, so Ivana Monroe should cherish her health even more.

"Yeah, I know."

A wave of warmth spread in Ivana Monroe’s heart.

Ivy Linden stayed with Ivana Monroe in the ward for a long time, until Leon Keane arrived. Only then did she stand up, her legs numb from sitting for too long. She moved her legs to quickly relieve the numbness and said with a smile to Ivana Monroe, "Ivana, I’ll come see you again tomorrow."

Ivana Monroe: "..."

She felt Ivy Linden was a bit strange today.

Staying with her for so long in the ward and coming again tomorrow? Was Ivy Linden doing this on purpose, perhaps to keep her from going online? Was she afraid the issue with "Kylie" would affect her?

Ivana Monroe smiled; she really wasn’t as fragile as Ivy thought.

As Ivy Linden reached the garage, just as she approached her car, she was startled by a sudden tall figure appearing.

Wearing high heels, Ivy Linden lost her balance and fell backward.

Howard Yeats reached out just in time, saving Ivy Linden, "How could you be so careless?"

As soon as Ivy Linden touched his embrace, it was as if she encountered something scorching hot. She quickly jumped out of his arms, "Don’t touch me."

Howard Yeats didn’t look pleased.

Ivy Linden, still in shock, looked at Howard Yeats, her anger rising, "Howard Yeats, do you have any sense of shame? I’m married, I’m someone else’s wife. Do you want to be a homewrecker?"

Howard Yeats suddenly moved close to Ivy Linden, gripping her arm, "Do you know what a homewrecker is like?"

Ivy Linden was startled by Howard Yeats’ actions, "Howard Yeats..."

Suddenly, Howard Yeats kissed Ivy Linden.

Ivy Linden struggled fiercely in his embrace, but Howard Yeats didn’t let go, instead deepening the kiss, until pain came from his mouth, and he released her with a frown.

Slap!

Ivy Linden gave Howard Yeats a hard slap, "You rogue."

Howard Yeats’ cheek turned to the side, a trace of blood dripping from his mouth corner. Anger flashed in his eyes, but seeing Ivy Linden’s tearful little face, he paused, watching her disgustedly wipe her mouth and spit, as if he was a virus, filthy.

Howard Yeats felt very displeased, but he did nothing.

Ivy Linden hated Howard Yeats, seeing him blocking her car door, she gritted her teeth, abandoned the car, and ran away.

Not wanting any further contact with this despicable rogue, Howard Yeats.

Howard Yeats watched Ivy Linden’s figure disappear, licking his lips, tasting a mouthful of blood swallowed down, his phoenix eyes narrowing, he sneered, "I’m a rogue? Samuel Lockwood is currently in bed with another woman, what does that make him?"

Howard Yeats took out his phone, looking at the photo just sent, showing a man and a woman kissing deeply in bed, the man undressing the woman, both tangled together without a stitch.

This man was Samuel Lockwood.

"Ha... Your beloved good husband cheated on you, and yet you, stupid woman, still keep yourself chaste for him?"

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Ivy Linden returned home, filled with guilt. Seeing Samuel Lockwood and Nicole hadn’t come back yet, she actually felt a little relieved and immediately ran to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water and soaking herself in it.

Right next to the bathtub were toiletries. She picked up a toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste, and fiercely brushed her teeth and mouth, brushing several times until her mouth felt painful, finally believing it was clean.

Ivy Linden splashed warm water on her face, letting silent tears and the warm water envelop her cheeks. Why did she have to encounter someone as despicable as Howard Yeats?

About an hour later, she got out of the tub.

It was almost seven o’clock by now.

Ivy Linden, wearing pajamas, came to the living room. Not seeing Samuel Lockwood and Nicole return, she asked the housekeeper, who told her, "Mr. Lockwood hasn’t come back."

Ivy Linden frowned, picking up the phone, dialing Samuel Lockwood’s number, met with no answer.

By seven, Samuel Lockwood should have brought Nicole back, why wasn’t there an answer?

Ivy Linden tried calling again, still no answer,

Ivy Linden had a bad feeling, should she call the Lockwood family mansion to ask?

After some internal struggle.

Ivy Linden called the Lockwood family mansion, "Is Samuel Lockwood with Nicole there?"

The call was answered by the mansion’s housekeeper.

The housekeeper said, "Is this Ms. Linden? Mr. Lockwood isn’t here, Miss Nicole is here, keeping the Madam company watching TV!"

The housekeeper called Ivy Linden, not the young mistress, only Ms. Linden, by the Lockwood mother’s orders.

"Yes." Ivy Linden frowned, how could this be? Samuel Lockwood said when he left with Nicole today that he would come back to have dinner with her, how could he leave Nicole alone at the Lockwood family mansion?

Where on earth did he go?

"Can you have Nicole come to the phone?" Ivy Linden said.

"Well... I can’t do that, Madam instructed that no one is to disturb her and Miss Nicole while watching TV." The housekeeper refused decisively.

"..." Ivy Linden was speechless; the Lockwood mother was definitely doing this on purpose, targeting her.

"Do you know where Samuel Lockwood went? I have something urgent to discuss with him."

"I don’t know."

"Then..."

Before Ivy Linden could finish her sentence, the housekeeper hung up the phone, the attitude clear, showing disdain for her, unwilling to answer any more of her questions.

In the middle of the night.

Samuel Lockwood woke up, looking at the woman beside him, he was immediately startled into complete sobriety, shouting angrily, "Why are you in my bed?"