CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: IVY KENSINGTON AND MASTER BLACKWOOD’S LOVE SECURITY GUARD

"Dahlia."

June Keane entered the room and saw Ivy Kensington holding a bracelet, instantly going over to grab her hand.

Ivy Kensington shuddered.

June Keane mistook her for Dahlia Kensington.

Ivy pressed her lips together, remaining silent for the moment.

June Keane didn’t think much of it. Although Dahlia Kensington’s behavior at the last birthday party didn’t satisfy her, she was not a demanding person and was extremely forgiving towards her daughter-in-law.

"Mom heard that you’ve been staying with the Kensington Family for the past few days. Did you have a fight with Sebastian? He’s coming back today; don’t worry, Mom will back you up."

June Keane came to take Dahlia Kensington back home.

This scene rapidly spun in Anne Linden’s mind.

Maybe Ivy could impersonate Dahlia once more so she wouldn’t be able to get the Peace Locket for now.

Thus, Anne Linden immediately moved forward, affectionately holding Ivy’s hand and advised, "Yes, Dahlia, there’s no lingering grudge between spouses. If there’s anything unhappy, communicate promptly."

Ivy looked at Anne Linden inexplicably, wondering what exactly she wanted.

Anne Linden secretly pinched Ivy, signaling her to cooperate.

If she didn’t cooperate, the two would be mutually destructive, and neither would get what they wanted.

Ivy took a deep breath.

Anne Linden was much smarter than Dahlia Kensington. She had no choice but to go along with the act for now.

"Okay."

She lightly nodded her head.

June Keane immediately said, "Mom’s car is outside. Darling daughter-in-law, Mom will drive you home herself!"

Soon, Ivy and June Keane got into the car and headed back to the Blackwood family.

After Dahlia Kensington came downstairs and heard the news, she was furious, almost spitting blood.

That bitch!

The Blackwood family.

Ivy sat in the car, her heart uncontrollably racing.

Although assuming Dahlia Kensington’s identity, she was still scared to see Sebastian Blackwood. After all, he hated her to the extreme now.

When getting out of the car, Ivy’s mind was still chaotic, but luckily Sebastian Blackwood wasn’t home.

Along with feeling relieved, Ivy also felt a faint sense of loss.

June Keane thought she was unhappy and scolded, "Darling daughter-in-law, don’t worry. If he dares not to come home, I’ll go to the company and give him a piece of my mind."

This remark made Ivy unable to hold back a chuckle; she couldn’t imagine Sebastian Blackwood being scolded.

Seeing her laugh, June Keane relaxed.

Seeing "Dahlia Kensington" this time, even though her face was covered with a veil, June Keane felt that this "Dahlia Kensington" was much more likable than at the birthday party, she liked her more and more.

"Darling daughter-in-law, you rest well first. I’ll make sure to urge him to come back tonight."

June Keane was determined not to party tonight; she wanted to be the love guardian for her son and daughter-in-law.

With no other option, Ivy couldn’t find a chance to escape; she could only follow June Keane’s arrangement and return to the room.

At this moment, golden and splendid.

This time Sebastian Blackwood and Julian Hawthorne went to Country Y together.

They united the financial and material resources of both the Blackwood and Hawthorne families, finally snatching Nina Shaw back from the grips of death.

Julian Hawthorne gulped down a full glass of Scottish vodka, slamming the glass onto the table with a bang.

"Brother Blackwood, why won’t you tell me who stole the Heavenly Heart Lotus?"

Julian’s eyes held a fierce glint. If he knew who it was, he would definitely kill them, given that because of this matter, Nina Shaw nearly ended up dead.

Upon hearing this, Sebastian Blackwood’s deep eyes darkened slightly, speaking calmly, "I don’t want to say; don’t investigate either."

That woman, he would deal with her personally.

Julian Hawthorne remained dissatisfied: "Brother Blackwood, are you trying to protect that person?"

Otherwise, why keep it secret?

Sebastian Blackwood’s handsome eyebrows furrowed, speaking irritably, "No."

How could he possibly want to protect that woman, Ivy Kensington?

Julian Hawthorne still wanted to ask, but Sebastian Blackwood stood up and strode out the door, saying, "Not drinking anymore, suit yourself."

Julian Hawthorne: "..." What’s with the attitude? Just a couple more questions, and he became so impatient.

At night.

The wide bed was filled with the cold sandalwood scent from Sebastian Blackwood, lingering at the tip of her nose. Ivy was too nervous to sleep.

She feared he would suddenly return.

She didn’t know how much time had passed.

The door to the room was pushed open, and Ivy’s nerves instantly tightened. He... was back!

The man’s steps were heavier than usual, his presence even more pronounced, interspersed with a smell of alcohol.

He drank?

Ivy was randomly speculating.

Suddenly—

The thin quilt was pulled open, a pair of icy hands clamped around her neck, as Sebastian Blackwood spoke coldly, "Ivy."

He actually called her name accurately!

Could it be... he discovered her?