CHAPTER 151: CHAPTER 151: NOAH SCOTT LIFTS DAMIEN LANCASTER, OVERFLOWING BOYFRIEND ENERGY!

The prestigious Maybach slowly stopped next to Ivy Summers. Julian Jacobs got out of the car, opened a black umbrella, and approached Ivy Summers. "Ma’am?"

"Julian, why are you here?"

"I... was passing by. Ma’am, please get in my car. I’ll give you a ride."

Ivy Summers glanced at Julian’s car. "Wouldn’t it be too much trouble for you?"

"It’s no trouble at all. The rain is too heavy. Please, get in the car quickly."

Julian escorted Ivy Summers, opened the door to the back seat, and Ivy got in. Julian put away the umbrella and drove off.

The car’s heater was on, and as soon as Ivy got in, she felt her body enveloped in warmth, dispelling the chill.

Julian handed over a coat from the front. "Ma’am, the weather has been getting colder recently, and you’re wearing little. Please, put this on."

Ivy Summers took the coat. It was a woman’s coat, still new.

"Why do you have a woman’s coat in your car?"

"Uh...it’s my girlfriend’s, my girlfriend’s..."

Ivy Summers folded it neatly and placed it aside.

"Ma’am, why aren’t you wearing it?"

"It’s not appropriate."

As a woman, Ivy Summers understood that no matter how generous a woman was, she wouldn’t like her clothes being given to another woman by her boyfriend.

Ivy Summers was very mindful of this.

Julian glanced at the woman behind him through the rearview mirror. "Ma’am, why are you here alone?"

"I had some business. How about you, did you find a new job?"

Julian gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Rest assured, ma’am, I found one."

In fact, as soon as Damien Lancaster woke up, he called Julian back.

He was Damien Lancaster’s special assistant; it’s not a job anyone could just leave or take.

"That’s good."

Ivy Summers replied simply, no longer speaking, and lowered her head to look at the box in her arms, gently stroking it.

What was in this box that her mother had knelt for an entire day and night to get back in the past?

The box was locked, and Ivy Summers didn’t know the password. She would have to slowly figure it out at home.

Maybe the heater in the car was too much, as Ivy Summers soon felt her entire body heating up, her mouth dry, and her consciousness becoming a bit blurred.

Ivy Summers opened the window. The cold wind blew in, and she felt slightly better.

But soon, waves of heat surged through her body again.

Ivy Summers felt something was wrong, furrowing her brows while thinking of the strange scent inside the compartment.

There was a problem with that scent.

She had anticipated they might use some underhanded tactics, and she had reminded herself not to eat anything there.

But still, she couldn’t avoid it.

Ivy Summers tugged at her collar, leaning against the window, greedily breathing in the cool, moist air outside.

The hospital was an hour’s drive away, even longer if traffic was heavy.

This area was actually quite close to her home.

Ivy Summers bit her lip. "Julian, forget the hospital. Please take me home."

"Home? Ma’am, is your body ready to be discharged?"

Ivy Summers had suffered an external injury, and after more than half a month’s recuperation, she was almost fully recovered.

"Yes, please take me home."

Seeing her insistence, Julian sent her back home.

Twenty minutes later, at the doorstep, Ivy Summers almost fled out of the car.

The moment her feet touched the ground, her legs nearly gave way, almost causing her to fall.

It was still raining outside, and Julian got out, sheltering her with the umbrella.

"Ma’am?"

Ivy Summers avoided his hand as if she had been shocked. "I can go back on my own."

Julian noticed something was off with Ivy’s complexion. "Ma’am, are you feeling unwell?"

Ivy Summers bit her tongue, using the pain to cling to her sanity.

"No... just go, I’ll head inside first..."

Right now, the blood in Ivy Summers’ entire body felt like it was boiling, making it impossible for her to stand steadily.

"Ma’am? The umbrella..."

Ivy Summers didn’t even take the umbrella, stumbling back home in a hurry.

Julian was a bit worried and called Damien Lancaster.

"Sir, I don’t know what happened, but Madam went home instead of going to the hospital. She didn’t look well."

"Take her to the hospital."

"Madam refused."

After a moment of silence, Damien Lancaster’s low voice came through. "I understand."

Breathing heavily, Ivy Summers collapsed on the ground as soon as she got home.

The house was empty, the ground floor pitch black. Ella Morgan, fearing danger, had taken Nathan and Leo to stay with Noah Scott.

Ivy Summers shed her rain-soaked, heavy coat and went upstairs.

Returning to her room, Ivy Summers felt a trace of security, allowing her tightly wound nerves to relax slightly.

Putting down the box, Ivy Summers entered the bathroom, filled the bathtub with cold water, and immersed herself entirely in it. Only then did the scorching heat in her body slightly subside.

At that moment, a call came in.

It was Nina Summers. "Ivy Summers, how dare you run away! What did you tell President Holloway? He canceled all the business with our Summers Family, and Grandma is furious. You better get back here immediately."

Ivy Summers bit her lip.

"Where did you run off to? Are you feeling miserable now? The drug I bought could bring down a bull."

Ivy Summers let out a soft snort. "Do you think that’ll make me surrender?"

"Ha, you won’t hold out for long. I’ll be magnanimous and give you two options. One, suffer until the drug’s effects make you miserable to death. Two, come back now, and I’ll find you a man to resolve it, and we’ll forgive you, not pursuing tonight’s incident. Choose one."

"Get lost!"

Ivy Summers tossed the phone aside, clenching her fists, not knowing how long the drug’s effects would last. She closed her eyes, enduring silently.

She didn’t know how much time had passed until the bathroom door was pushed open, and Damien Lancaster scooped Ivy Summers out of the cold water.

"Ivy?"

The familiar, deep, magnetic male voice prompted Ivy Summers to grip his strong arm and slightly open her eyes.

Damien Lancaster had just come in from outside, bringing with him a chill, and Ivy Summers could only feel that the aura emanating from him made her body feel slightly more comfortable.

Damien raised his hand, his strong arm encircling her slender waist, lifting her out of the bathtub and carrying her out of the bathroom.

"Uncomfortable..."

"Where does it hurt?"

The warm breath from the woman sprayed his neck as Damien lowered his head, noticing her thin, soaked clothes clinging to her, accentuating her curves...

Damien Lancaster averted his gaze, placed her on the bed, and noticed the flush on Ivy Summers’ cheeks. He frowned, immediately realizing something.

She had been drugged.

Damien was about to pick up Ivy again when she murmured softly, "Don’t move..."

Just hold for a while, just a moment, holding makes it less uncomfortable...

Damien was stunned, "Ivy, do you know who I am?"

Damien looked down, staring deeply at her, only to find that she was currently not clear-headed.

Indeed, Ivy Summers would only be willing to embrace him when she wasn’t clear-headed.

When she was sober, all she wanted was to kill him.

This was also the reason why he only dared to secretly see her at night since he woke up.

He was afraid she would get too emotional upon seeing him.

He also dared not let her know he had woken up.

Afraid that once he was awake, even those occasional two slaps would cease.

Damien pressed his lips tightly, picked up Ivy, carried her into the bathroom, and placed her back into the bathtub.

Ivy lay slanted in the bathtub, eyes closed, her slender fingers slightly curled, still clutching his clothes, not letting go.

Damien lowered his gaze, fixing it on her hands, gently held them, and sat beside the bathtub, accompanying her.

Once Ivy felt a bit more comfortable, Damien finally lifted her out of the bathtub.

Ivy’s clothes were all wet, and Damien had no choice but to help her take them off.

Her fair, bare body made Damien close his eyes, taking several deep breaths, repeatedly restraining his inner desires, helping her dry off before carrying her back to the bed.

After all the trouble, Damien’s chest wound somehow tore open again, oozing fresh blood.

Once Ivy was settled, Damien went to find a medical kit, took off his shirt, and re-bandaged his wound.

By then, he hadn’t noticed the woman on the bed slowly waking up.

Ivy was just hot, and now she’s cold, instinctively pulling the blanket tighter, only to feel her bare body.

Initially still groggy, Ivy instantly snapped awake, opened her eyes, lifted the blanket gently for a look, and her scalp tingled.

She immediately saw a man in front of her, bare-chested, sitting with his back to her.

Ivy’s expression tightened, she slowed her breathing, grabbed a coat from the bed to drape over herself, and then picked up the lamp on the table, clutching it with both hands, inching toward the man.

When Damien heard the commotion and turned around, "thud," the lamp slammed heavily against his head.

Damien couldn’t make a sound; warmth trickled down his head before he collapsed.

Ivy thought there was a pervert in the house; she struck fiercely, and looking down, she saw the person collapsed on the floor was indeed Damien Lancaster!

Damien?

He’s awake!

Ivy’s mouth formed an O shape. Noticing the medical kit nearby, he had taken off his shirt, seemingly tending to a wound.

Ivy checked herself; there was no discomfort in her body, and she remembered being in the bathtub, now undressed from her wet clothes and on the bed.

Clearly, Damien had done this, yet he hadn’t done anything inappropriate to her, even torn his own wound while carrying her.

Ivy looked at the unconscious Damien and the blood trickling from his head, clutching her head in frustration, crouched down to check his injuries, "Damien? Damien? Wake up."

But she wasn’t a doctor and couldn’t tell how serious it was; the blood was flowing quite a bit.

He should have just woken up, still weak, and if the bleeding continued, it could kill him.

Ivy immediately scrambled up to find her phone, called for an ambulance.

Damien couldn’t die here with her.

After all this, she changed into dry clothes, grabbed a large towel to press against Damien’s head.

"What are you doing?" A deep male voice came from above her.

Ivy looked up and saw Noah Scott standing at the door.

Ivy saw him as her savior.

"Noah! Quick! Come help me!"

Noah looked at the motionless Damien, "Help bury the body?"

"..." Ivy, "He’s just passed out. I called for an ambulance; help me carry him downstairs."

Noah glanced at the messy bed and the shirtless Damien, his brow furrowing slightly, "Did he hurt you?"

"No! It’s a long story; just don’t let him die here."

As Ivy struggled to lift Damien but lacked strength, after pulling at him for a while, he still didn’t budge an inch.

Noah saw her struggling, working up a sweat, and reluctantly rolled up his sleeves, stepping forward, "Move aside."

Ivy stepped aside, Noah bent his knee slightly, using his sturdy arms to lift Damien effortlessly, carrying him out with large strides.

A princess carry!

Ivy was slightly stunned.

Noah carrying Damien indeed gave off a sense of overpowering boyfriend strength.

There was no time to think more as she heard the ambulance approaching downstairs.

Grabbing Damien’s clothes, Ivy went downstairs to see Noah roughly tossing Damien onto a stretcher.

Yes, tossing!

Damien’s head even knocked against it, a "thud" sounding painful.

Ivy worried this would render Damien dumb.

The doctor stopped, looking at the two of them, "Which of you is family, to accompany him to the hospital."

Sending Damien to the hospital was already the height of Ivy’s goodwill.

"Leave me your hospital’s address; I’ll call his assistant later to have them come over."

"Alright."

Damien was taken away by ambulance, and as Ivy turned around, she bumped into Noah’s arms.

Noah had somehow stood behind her, startling her.

As Ivy tried to step back, Noah grabbed her wrist, "Don’t run."

"Tell me why Damien was with you tonight?"

Ivy didn’t know either; when she awoke, Damien was already there.

"I’m not sure."

Ivy didn’t want to discuss Damien; she wanted to go home, yet her wrist was still firmly held by the man.

"Ivy, are you still tangled up with him?"

"I don’t want to be, but tonight... I really don’t know why he was at my place."

Noah stared at her with deep, piercing eyes, "He has feelings for you."

"You’ve got to be kidding."

Noah wasn’t joking, "Ivy, do you know the most straightforward way to break off with him?"

"What?"

"Start a new life, so marry me, and I’ll take you back to Yrador."