CHAPTER 534: CHAPTER 534: NO ONE BUT ME CAN HAVE YOU

"Yes."

Aunt Thompson lowered her head, holding the little girl. No matter how unwilling she felt, she didn’t dare show it in front of Howard Yeats.

Ivy Linden was an unmarried woman from the prestigious Huang family, and Aunt Thompson might not have had such a strong opinion. However, Ivy Linden was a divorced woman with a child several years old. How could such a woman be worthy of Howard?

It’s truly a sin!

Such an outstanding Howard was ruined by Ivy Linden, this enchantress.

Ivy Linden didn’t want to be alone with Howard Yeats, so she turned around, intending to sneak away.

But how could her little movements escape Howard Yeats’s eyes?

"Where do you think you’re going?" Howard Yeats grabbed her hand, feeling her delicate and smooth hand tremble in his palm. He smiled slightly, locking eyes on her flushed cheeks, "Come, I’ll make you some coffee."

"I don’t drink coffee, Howard Yeats, let go of me."

Ivy Linden slapped Howard Yeats’s arm, wanting him to release her.

Unfortunately, Howard Yeats had no intention of letting go.

"What do you want to drink? Tieguanyin? White tea? Or Oolong tea? If you don’t want tea, milk can also help boost your energy."

"I don’t want to drink anything. I want to go back to my room to sleep, Howard Yeats... please let me go!"

"You wish."

Ivy Linden refused to go with him, still struggling continuously. Howard Yeats frowned, then simply turned around and picked her up horizontally.

"What are you doing? Put me down."

Ivy Linden was startled. The unique scent of a man filled her nostrils, making her heart race suddenly. She struggled even more in his arms.

Howard Yeats bent his face down, his lips close to her ear, whispering, "Are you testing my endurance?"

"I’m not, let me go."

Ivy Linden turned her head away, trying to escape. His breath carried a burning warmth, like a beast, she was the little lamb he captured, ready to be devoured at any moment.

This man was very dangerous at the moment.

"I’m someone who generally has little endurance in certain areas. For you... I’ve been holding back for a long time, almost at my limit. Ivy Linden, if you don’t believe it, keep rubbing against me in my arms."

His voice was hoarse, and when he looked at her, it seemed as if two flames were burning in his eyes.

Ivy Linden indeed dared not move, huddling in his arms like a quail, her gaze drifting everywhere but directly meeting his eyes.

Howard Yeats carried her to the room, kicked the door shut, and as soon as he sat down, the little woman in his arms wanted to escape again.

He pulled her back, placing her on his lap, and said, "Don’t move, I have something to show you."

Sitting on his lap felt like sitting on a pin. Could they stop doing this?

She was very uncomfortable: "I can see it just as well sitting beside you."

Howard Yeats extended his hand into his pocket, heard her words, hesitated for about three seconds, then said, "Then sit on this chair of mine and don’t run away."

"Okay, I won’t run."

Ivy Linden nodded quickly, as if afraid Howard Yeats would go back on his word.

Seeing this, Howard Yeats felt slightly displeased, but he didn’t say anything. He placed her on the chair, knelt in front of her on one knee, with a diamond ring in a red brocade box in his hand.

"Ivy, marry me! I want to be with you."

Ivy Linden was so surprised her mouth fell open.

Howard Yeats took out the ring, wanting to put it on her personally.

Ivy Linden quickly withdrew her hand: "Are you joking? It’s impossible for us to be together."

Howard Yeats’s fingers tightened: "Why not? I don’t care about your past, I just want to give you and Nicole a good future. Don’t you trust me?"

Ivy Linden was in a turmoil. Howard Yeats had been kind to her, which she noticed and remembered, but she and he were simply not suitable.

Ivy Linden pressed her lips together, not speaking.

Howard Yeats’s eyes showed disappointment: "Why won’t you answer me? Is it that I’m not worthy of you, Ivy Linden?"

"No, it’s that I’m not worthy of you," Ivy Linden said seriously.

As soon as she finished speaking, Howard Yeats cupped her face, and his passionate kiss descended.

"Mmm..."

Ivy Linden’s eyes widened, his kiss making her dizzy and breathless, only then he released her.

"Whether you’re worthy or not is not for you to say," Howard Yeats said breathlessly, "Ivy, you do have feelings for me, don’t reject me anymore, okay? Even for giving Nicole a childhood without regrets, marry me. I promise, I’ll treat Nicole as my own daughter, even if we have children in the future, I’ll prioritize Nicole, and insist that her siblings listen to their elder sister."

Have children in the future?

Ivy Linden’s heart felt pierced by a sharp instrument, a pain so intense it was suffocating.

Tears rolled down her cheeks like beans, and she laughed sorrowfully through her tears: "Howard Yeats, you must have found the wrong person. I haven’t told you, have I? I’m just a useless person who can’t have children."

If not for her infertility, why else would Samuel Lockwood’s mother have sought women outside for him?

Samuel Lockwood’s heart probably longed for a son too, right? Such a large family fortune needed an heir.

Howard Yeats’s family enterprise was also huge; he couldn’t possibly not want children.

Ivy Linden would never make the same mistake twice.

Howard Yeats noticed Ivy Linden’s pained expression, feeling somewhat remorseful. He had previously investigated and learned that Ivy Linden couldn’t bear children. How could he have forgotten? Speaking about it now was like rubbing salt in Ivy’s wound.

"I’m sorry, Ivy. I misspoke. Nicole is my child. Besides her, I want no one else. Having her as our only child is enough." Howard Yeats hugged Ivy Linden, speaking with heartache.

Ivy Linden looked at Howard Yeats through her tears: "Really? Then go ahead, call your mother now. If she agrees to let a useless, infertile woman like me marry her son, I’ll marry you."

Howard Yeats frowned: "Marriage is our business. It has nothing to do with our parents. Don’t worry, I won’t let my mother make things difficult for you."

Samuel Lockwood was a scoundrel who couldn’t handle conflicts between his mother and wife. That doesn’t mean Howard couldn’t handle it.

Ivy Linden laughed until she cried: "Haha... don’t dare, do you? That just proves your mother can’t accept someone like me either. Howard Yeats... wake up! Find a woman who can bear children for you, and then everyone will be happy."

"Ivy Linden, stop saying you’re useless. You’re not." Samuel Lockwood spoke angrily: "If you must insult yourself, then at most you’re a coward because you suffered humiliation and setbacks with Samuel Lockwood and now refuse to trust men. That’s cowardly behavior."

Ivy Linden’s expression stiffened, wiping her tears away. A coward is a coward, as long as Howard Yeats would let her go, he could call her whatever he wanted.

Seeing Ivy Linden’s resigned look, Samuel Lockwood couldn’t suppress his anger. He gently pinched her chin and kissed her lips again: "Ivy Linden, I’m destined to tangle with you for a lifetime. From now on, you aren’t allowed to have any man except me, including that shameless... ex-husband."