The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 30

Ivy was stunned when she heard her name. As much as possible, she doesn't want to tangle with Wyatt, yet the host asked for their presence together, and seeing Liam grin, she knew the man was responsible for it. People at this moment are already looking at her. The awkward relationship between them, who was in the same frame again after their divorce, added a particular veil to this coincidental partnership. Wyatt did not expect either, and he had the same thought as Ivy. It was Liam's doing. Ivy couldn't complain in front of many people, and also, Wyatt had already arrived in front of her. And when their eyes met, she could feel the coldness in his gaze. To give respect to each other, Wyatt extended his hand—inviting Ivy for a dance. Ivy wandered her eyes and sighed; the crowd's attention was on them. Obviously, this invitation can't be rejected, and she cannot leave any negative impact on the beginning of their partnership. If so, any adverse effect will destroy the cooperation. Cooper, who was standing near Ivy, looked at his sister with a tint of pain in his eyes. At this moment, Ivy smiled indifferently as he stretched out her hand on Wyatt's hand. The people in front of them consciously made way for them. Ivy lifted the skirt of her dress and looked up with a smile. While Wyatt… his aura is still cold. At that moment, Wyatt suddenly realizes that he has never taken the initiative to hold Ivy's hand, and this is the first time that they hold each other's hand in front of other people. Ivy's fingers were slender and beautiful at just a glance—it's like a work of art. It feels warm and delicate. With his will, he memorizes them in his heart. The band began to play, and the harmonious music sounded appropriate. The banquet hall reverberated with a melodic and refreshing song. Ivy's hand resting on Wyatt's shoulder made their eyes meet; Wyatt's dark and deep gaze locked on her face; his hand landed on her slender waist, making Ivy's body freeze for a short spell, feeling extremely uneasy. In three years of marriage, they haven't been this close. Surprisingly, they will be in this scene after

they split up. Through Ivy's eyes, it seems like she doesn't care. Still, her waist and limbs were softly swinging in time with the music, and wears a fake smile on her face. A lot of people were paying attention to their familiar dance steps, their steady posture, and their interaction. However, the loud music that roared in the hall started to hide their voices. "So, you can't dance, huh?" Wyatt asked. His voice was deep and cold—however, the tints of manliness are there as if it was making her want to give in to temptation. "It depends on the situation," she replied. The tone of her voice was a little bit mean. At this moment, Wyatt's just scoffed and darted his glare at her as they moved around. Then suddenly, the music changed—the tune became happier and sweeter, making Wyatt's grip on her hand and waist tighten. Ivy arched her brow and gritted her teeth. "How did I not know that you would still do business? It was the ABC's idea to work with Liam, or it was yours?" she asked and made a graceful circle under him and then got back together with their position and swayed with the music again. "It's not like I have to tell you about it," he replied, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. After three years of marriage, Wyatt never thought of knowing his wife. And they're divorced now, so should he need to answer her about it? Those three years… to him, it was nothing. But when Ivy left, he started to learn a lot. They continue to dance. The spotlight stopped them. At this close, Ivy saw the perfect feature of her ex-husband. His jaw was firm. Wyatt turned her again, making the hem of her dress sway circularly. Their posture was perfect, their bright facial features were dazzling, and at this moment, they could hear each other's heavy breathing as if they were suffocated by their presence. The crowd's eyes were on them, fascinated with their movements that are clearly coordinated so tacitly. However, they could sense that it seems like the two have no passion for interaction. On the other hand, Ivy really dislikes being near Wyatt at this moment, and she just wanted the song to end swiftly. It was very uncomfortable for her to be so close to Wyatt Reed! Wyatt's gaze locked on Ivy's face as he silently examined her. Ivy gave him a frown and rolled herOriginal content from NôvelDrama.Org.

eyes. They locked gazes, and no one ventured to break them. The music changed direction in the last segment, causing Wyatt to lean forward and Ivy to take a step back and elevate her head to signal the end of the dance. And as the song neared its end, Ivy unconsciously straightened her back, but she didn't anticipate Wyatt taking a step back, and unexpectedly pressing their lips together. The final tone of the music was extended yet quickly terminated as if to indicate how time is solidifying at the moment. The lights flashed. Ivy delicately shook the glass of wine and stood in front of the second-floor railing, watching the people exchange insincere greetings. Wyatt, who was nearby strolling, looked up at that moment and met Ivy’s clear and icy gaze. Ivy averted her gaze slightly and disregarded the anguish in her heart. The crowd gasped earlier at that kiss on the dance floor. Nobody cared who made the wrong move at the finale of the dance. They were anticipating a good performance amongst themselves. Any reaction to either of them would provoke an infinite amount of curiosity. As a result, Ivy immediately averted her face to the side when their lips touched. Fortunately, the music came to a halt, and she could retrace her steps. She gave Wyatt a cold gaze and walked away without looking back. DUKE was messing around with a few people. After a few moments, he graciously dismisses them. He exhaled a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to Wyatt, who possessed a chilly and noble expression. Duke scowled as he recalled the earlier scene and unintentionally blurted out. “Did you do that on purpose?” Others may not notice, but Duke knew Ivy’s beat was on point. The problem was with Wyatt. Wyatt was raised in the aristocracy and had an excellent education in all facets of social etiquette. How was he able to react so slowly during the dance? Can it be intentional? Duke pondered. Wyatt raked his dark eyes over Duke. “No,” he murmured, his face stiff.

“Ah. Good. Do not even consider that woman. I believe I’ve lost my mind if I believe that. That woman must have done it intentionally. She’s a complete moron when it comes to scheming, huh?” “Stop being sarcastic,” Wyatt insisted. Duke’s eyes grew wider. “No, I am not,” he responded. Wyatt is his best friend; thus, he will obediently hear his statements. As a result, those seeds of uncertainty vanished in an instant. Cooper was socializing on the second floor of the banquet hall, while Ivy was weary and looked around. She was startled when she noticed someone waving at her from the doorway. Her lips curled up into a smile as she responded with a wave. Simon Albert approached her immediately. Despite her friend’s confession, she continues to appreciate him. “Uhm, you’re late,” Ivy stated emphatically. Simon leaned casually on the railing, appearing unconcerned and carefree. “Well, I’m free to come anytime I want. If I hadn’t been informed that you were also present, I would not have attended such an event. “Liar. I am aware that your father forced you to attend.” Ivy gave him a sneering look. Simon was not in the least bit humiliated by his little deception. “My purpose is always you,” he smirked, “you were aware of this,” he added. Ivy wanted to say something when suddenly she noticed the people approaching her, making her face drop in unhappiness. “Ivy, are you shameless? You’re already divorced from my brother, yet you still try to seduce him? Do you still want to marry into our family?” Piper arched her brow, “I’ll tell you now that our family will never accept a woman like you!” Ugh, what sort of bad luck do I have tonight? Everyone I despise keeps reappearing... Piper came over with her henchmen, attempting to demonstrate to me who is superior? Ivy deemed. Ivy had been the center of attention today, especially after that kiss. Everyone began wondering about this wealthy couple’s ‘century reunion.’ On the other side, Piper will never allow Ivy to remarry her brother. Never in Ivy’s twisted dreams. She was the most irritated of the group. If not for her family’s name, she would have leaped to her

feet and cursed Ivy. How deserving is this shameless, lowly woman? Her gown was supposed to be mine! This blight robbed me of my moment of triumph! Stupid Ivy diverted all attention away from me! Ivy cast a glance behind her… to Piper and the other females who stood behind her. Except for Piper Reed, the others did not appear aggressive and were most likely pulled over as backup. Ivy grinned. How childish, she thought. “Who is this person with a nasty mouth?” Simon inquired, a cold smile on his face. Whoever dared to fight Ivy in front of him, regardless of gender, was probably dead. Piper blanched and glared at Simon with a ferocious glare. “How does this relate to you? Are you, her boyfriend?” Simon was slightly happy upon hearing it. Simon sneered. “I wished.” Ivy glared at Simon, then returned her gaze to Piper. “What do you want, Miss Reed?” Piper arrogantly lifted her chin and pierced her eyes into her. “Do not pretend that I am unaware of your deeds. I am aware that you purposefully kissed my brother. If you wish for my brother to fall in love with you,” she scoffed, “dream on, girl!”