Chapter 5: Why Not Continue Pretending?

"Why not continue pretending? If you had kept it up a bit longer, I might have believed you had amnesia," he said, watching Ivy struggle with a strange sense of satisfaction.

"You bastard! Scoundrel! Once divorced, we should be strangers for life! Even if we meet, we should act like we don't know each other! Don't you understand this basic principle?" Ivy looked at the shameless man in front of her. His chiseled features and perfect jawline seemed even more handsome than before.

Dillan scrutinized the woman's face. It seemed different from four years ago. Her delicate and elegant makeup, flawless white skin, and those enticing red lips moving as if to tempt someone into sin.

Four years ago, he had never really looked at Ivy's face. He rarely came home.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Ivy pushed away the tall man. "Don't touch me! You have no right!"

Dillan raised an eyebrow slightly. The words "no right" inexplicably angered him.

"I have no right, but that greasy old man does? You didn't want a penny when we divorced, saying it was dirty. Now you're seducing those old men and don't find it dirty?"

When the lawyer told him Ivy didn't want a penny, saying his money was dirty, he was so angry he couldn't eat for a day.

"Seducing?"

That word was too severe!

"None of your business!"

Ivy looked at his God-given good looks and felt it was such a waste. What a scumbag!

Dillan let out a mocking laugh. "How is it none of my business? You were once my woman. After the divorce, your taste has dropped so low to fancy those greasy old men?"

"You!"

"Ivy, I'm warning you. If I see you with those old men again, don't blame me for being rude!"

Ivy laughed in anger. "What are you going to do to me?"

They were already divorced and had no relationship whatsoever. What could he possibly do?

Unexpectedly, the man said coldly, "I'll move your mother's ashes."

Ivy was shocked and furious. "Dillan, you're a devil!"

How could he come up with such a cruel method? It was inhumane!

She wanted to slap him but was easily intercepted by Dillan. "Good that you know. Don't make me angry. People who anger me never end well."

"Bastard!" Ivy pulled back her wrist.

Dillan said, "Tomorrow, come with me to see Grandpa and explain that we divorced amicably so he won't keep thinking about you."

"I'm not going!"

"Meet me at the old house tomorrow night. If I don't see you, you'll bear the consequences." With that, Dillan turned and left indifferently, ignoring her refusal.

Ivy watched his cold back and wanted to bite him to death for his bullying!

At that moment, a man who looked like a bodyguard approached her. "Miss Yancey, I'll take you home."

"Who are you? I don't know you. I don't need it."

Just as Ivy was about to open the car door, the bodyguard stopped her and said seriously, "Mr. Zane sent me to protect you until you safely arrive at the Zane manor tomorrow night."

Dillan was indeed cunning!

It seemed she couldn't escape meeting Old Mr. Zane tomorrow.

But she couldn't let the bodyguard take her home now; otherwise, he would discover the child's existence.

Ivy called Henry and walked a few steps away on purpose. The call was quickly connected.

Henry's voice came through the phone. "Henry, please take care of my son tonight. I might not be able to go back. Please."

"I'll take your son to my place for the night. You don't mind, do you?"

"That's fine. As long as you're with him, he's very well-behaved. He'll sleep quietly after drinking his milk."

...

Dillan returned to his car and saw Ivy obediently getting into the car with the bodyguard after finishing her call. Only then did he feel relieved.

Kay, who had been sitting in the passenger seat the whole time, witnessed everything and was almost driven mad with jealousy.

Earlier, Kay had deliberately fallen into the pool, thinking she could attract Dillan's attention. She didn't expect him to chase Ivy to the parking lot instead.

Kay looked pitifully at Dillan, wrapped in a towel and crying. "Dillan, are you trying to get back with your ex-wife? Have you forgotten that night four years ago? I gave you my first time. You promised to take responsibility for me. You also promised my brother on his deathbed..."

Dillan pinched his brow with his long fingers, seemingly annoyed.

"Don't overthink it and stop reminding me of that night repeatedly. I know, and I'll take responsibility."

So when Ivy claimed she was pregnant four years ago and said it happened on the night of the celebration party when he slept with her, he denied it without hesitation.

Because when he woke up that morning, he saw Kay lying beside him in disheveled clothes, with bloodstains on the white sheets.

At that moment, he was stunned.

And Kay was Ethan Judge's sister. Ethan was his most trusted bodyguard who died protecting him in a tragic way.

On his deathbed, Ethan begged him to take care of his sister...

Even though he had no feelings for Kay.

Seeing a trace of impatience on Dillan's handsome face, Kay quickly explained, "I'm sorry, Dillan. I'm just afraid of losing you..."

"I'll take you home." Dillan started the car and left.

Kay wanted to spend more time with him but decided to wait for another opportunity when she saw his cold expression.

...

The next day, at dusk.

All day long, the bodyguard Dillan sent followed Ivy closely until she was escorted to the old house. He was indeed loyal.

Ivy reluctantly got out of the car and saw Dillan waiting outside the old house.

"Mr. Zane, Miss Yancey has arrived."

Dillan responded indifferently, "Hmm. You can leave now. I'll send her off later."

"Yes."

As soon as the bodyguard walked away, Ivy turned to leave but was grabbed by her slender wrist. "Ivy, do you think you can escape? Go see Grandpa obediently!"

"Let go of me! I can walk myself!"

She struggled to pull back her hand but was firmly held by Dillan. "During your time at the Zane family, Grandpa always doted on you. Can you bear to see him sad? He's been hospitalized several times worrying about you. Don't you want to see him?"

"I..."

Ivy felt a lump in her throat.

In the Zane family, Old Mr. Zane treated her the best. Her sudden departure back then did hurt him. Maybe she should take this opportunity to explain everything.

"Let's go in. Grandpa is old; don't make him worry about us anymore."

Dillan pulled her through the old house gates.