Crashing into an Old Flame

It was past 9 pm by the time Maxim came back to the mansion.

Ivy, who was feeding Angel, stood up from the chair when she noticed him, ’’Sir, I have fed the parrot. And the new dark curtains have been installed. The neighbor won’t be able to peep anymore,’’ she said, ’’Sir Logan hasn’t been around the whole day.’’

Maxim nodded at her, ’’Don’t worry about him,’’ he strode towards them as he looked at the baby in Ivy’s arms.

Ivy tilted her head to the side. She wasn’t worried. But it was rare for their wooden butler to not be around.

Maxim poked Angel’s cheeks softly, watching her as she looked back at him with round eyes. He ruffled her blonde hair and his gaze instinctively shifted towards the closed door.

’’Dee is moving out,’’ Ivy dropped the bomb that has been riveting in her stomach for the whole evening, ’’This is so upsetting. We even lied to her that this is your place. I really love her and her baby’s company compared to y’all who pull long faces all the time. Imagine when she showed me the job profile requirements. The ground under my feet slipped by a meter. I even thought that after Mr. Harper comes back here, we will be taking Miss Diana and Angel back to your place with us. It was going to be so fun but—"

’’Ivy,’’ Maxim interrupted her, switching her blabbermouth mode off, ’’Speak more clearly.’’

’’What’s left to be clear about? I am destined to live a lonely life because of y’all men. You guys must have scared her gentle soul with your icy faces. I have told Mr. Parker countless times to smile more often but he still looks like people stole his grandfather’s lands—’’

’’Ivy,’’ Maxim crossed his arms in front of his chest.