Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Moved to Tears in Front of My Husband
"Not this week." Ivana Monroe refused Timmy Monroe.
"Huh? Why, Mommy?"
"Your great-grandfather has been discharged, and we need to visit him this week."
Ivana planned that after the fashion show ended and the company crisis was over, she would take Timmy to the old residence to see the old man. She absolutely couldn’t let Timmy go to the Kane family; Leon’s mother hated her to the core. If she saw Timmy, what if she took out her resentment on Timmy?
Ivana didn’t want to think too badly of Leon’s mother, but if anything bad was going to happen to Timmy, Ivana couldn’t accept it.
In her heart, she could only say "Sorry" to Ian Keane. Aunt also really likes you, and the person she least wants to hurt is you. But Aunt cannot be perfect and make everyone, including Leon’s mother, like her.
You’re still so young; you don’t know anything about the complex adult world. Aunt can’t explain it to you, but she hopes you and Timmy can be well in the future.
Ian Keane looked up at Ivana Monroe and saw the guilt in her eyes. Ian Keane frowned slightly, wondering who this woman felt guilty toward. Was she feeling guilty for him or Timmy?
Hmph, how could this woman feel guilty for him? She only had Timmy Monroe in her heart. She was feeling guilty about not being able to take Timmy Monroe to the Kane family’s old residence.
"Ian, I’m sorry! My great-grandfather..."
Before Timmy Monroe could finish speaking, Ian Keane snorted lightly and turned around, walking away without looking back.
Ian Keane got into the Rolls-Royce of the Kane family’s driver and left flamboyantly.
Oh no, Ian is angry.
Timmy lifted his head, wanting to discuss with Ivana: Mommy, can we visit great-grandfather on Sunday? Let me go and be with Ian on Saturday!
He couldn’t say these words as he saw Ivana’s complicated and apologetic look.
Timmy was taken aback, almost instantly understanding that Mommy’s actions weren’t solely because of visiting great-grandfather but also other reasons.
Ivana stood still for a while until Timmy pulled her hand back to reality, taking the little boy into Derrick Stern’s car.
"Mommy, will I never be able to play at Ian’s house again?"
Timmy tilted his little head, his clear black eyes looking at Ivana.
Ivana’s heart sank; she thought she hid it well, but her son saw right through it. This little guy is too clever.
Derrick Stern was driving and hearing Timmy’s words, he subconsciously glanced at the car interior mirror, seeing the mother and son on the back seat both sideways, gaze meeting.
Derrick Stern was curious about how Ivana would answer Timmy.
"Timmy, Mommy doesn’t know how to explain to you. She can only tell you that Mommy is doing this out of necessity. Can you understand her?" Ivana couldn’t tell Timmy what happened today. He’s just a child and should live worry-free. She didn’t want him to learn prematurely about the darkness of the adult world.
Moreover, regardless of what Leon’s mother might be like, she’s still Timmy’s grandmother. Ivana wanted to leave a piece of beautiful memories for the little boy, belonging to his grandmother.
"Hmm, Timmy understands Mommy."
The little boy didn’t ask further questions. If Mommy didn’t want to say, he wouldn’t ask. He buried his little face into Ivana’s embrace, wrapping his small arms tightly around her waist.
"Mommy, no matter what happens, Timmy will always stand by your side."
Suddenly, the little boy said this sentence to Ivana.
Ivana was taken aback, a warm current surged in her heart, her eyes slightly wet, hugging the little boy tightly.
Derrick Stern suddenly felt a bit worried, not about Ivana and her son, but about Leon’s mother. She had always opposed President Kane being with Ivana. If little Timmy knew... he would definitely not like his grandmother.
Derrick Stern sent Ivana and her son home, originally wanting to have a private chat with Ivana, but she didn’t give him the chance. Timmy was with Ivana, and Derrick Stern didn’t feel appropriate to speak in front of the little boy, so he had to give up.
Time passed quickly, the European-style clock in the living room pointed to the Arabic numeral eight. By now, Ivana had finished household chores, and the little boy had gone to bed.
Ivana took off the apron she wore for cleaning, ready to wash up, shower, when the house door suddenly made a sound. It was the sound of it being opened.
Ivana instinctively thought it was Stacy Floyd returning, but when she turned to look, she saw that the person who returned wasn’t Stacy Floyd, but Leon Keane’s tall figure.
"Seeing me, are you surprised?" Leon Keane, born handsome beyond compare, had a devilish smile at the corners of his lips, looking somewhat different from usual.
"Why are you here?" Ivana felt a bit strange, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was odd.
Leon Keane closed the door and strode up to Ivana, reaching out to hold her in his arms, leaning down to kiss her lips.
Ivana was startled, quickly turning her head away and pushing Leon Keane, urgently saying: "Don’t, I just finished household chores, I’m dirty."
Leon Keane encircled Ivana with his arms, his hands supporting her lower back, pulling her tightly towards him, making her soft body press against his abdomen. He rasped as he breathed against her face: "You’re not dirty. You smell nice. Ivana, I like you, no matter what version of you, as long as it’s you, I like it."
Is this a heartfelt confession?
Ivana couldn’t deny that she was touched, her nose tingling, her eyes seeming to hold burning tears. She was truly helpless; with just a few words from Leon Keane, she fell apart.
She also likes this man!
But his mother wouldn’t accept her.
At this moment, Ivana felt an illusion; she and Leon Keane were star-crossed lovers.
Leon Keane took the opportunity to kiss her. His cooler thin lips were on her trembling red lips, kissing her with an extreme gentleness, so cautious as if she were his treasure held in the palm of his hand.
Leon Keane’s kiss was mostly passionate, initially possessing a strong sense of possession, but now this kiss made Ivana feel no possessiveness at all, as if it was just a simple kiss, simply wanting to tell her how much he liked her, cherished her.
Ivana’s heart trembled, her eyes couldn’t hold back the hot tears that rolled down her cheeks.
His handsome face was close to her cheek, naturally feeling her tears. His thin lips left her red lips, kissing her wet cheek, smiling as he said: "Touched to tears? It’s okay; crying in front of your husband isn’t disgraceful. Your tears, in the future, your husband will be responsible for kissing them away."
Husband?
They hadn’t married!
Calling himself husband? Isn’t that too soon!
Ivana, blushing, said: "Whose husband are you? We haven’t married yet; legally speaking, we can only be considered..."
Leon Keane hoarsely asked: "Considered what?"
Ivana asked herself in her heart – considered what?