Filed to story: Healing My Disabled Husband Novel
Ivy was completely stunned and looked at Damion in confusion, unsure if she had heard him correctly.
Go to his house? This…
Damion didn’t give Ivy a chance to refuse. He opened the car door and pushed her into the passenger seat.
Ivy was still lost in shock and hadn’t reacted yet when she was already pushed into the car.
By the time she came back to her senses, Damion had already sat down in the driver’s seat and started the car.
Ivy turned her head towards Damion and said, “Mr. Bishop…”
“Ivy,” interrupted Damion. “I’m not feeling very good right now. Please don’t talk to me for now.”
Otherwise, he wasn’t sure if he could handle talking with Ivy without making things awkward between them.
Ivy bit her lip lightly but didn’t say anything else.
She lowered her head and didn’t know how to respond or deal with this situation at all.
She didn’t understand why despite how much Damion seemed to dislike her, he still brought her back home with him.
On the way, Damion hadn’t said a word to Ivy.
The atmosphere was suffocating her.
If she wasn’t afraid, she would have jumped out of the car.
Finally, when they passed by a supermarket, Damion stopped the car and turned to Ivy. “Let’s go buy something first.”
Ivy nodded quietly and followed Damion into the supermarket.
When Ivy saw what Damion bought – all things for girls – she looked up at him in surprise. He bought all these for her?
Ivy was stunned but then an endless warmth spread through her heart. She didn’t know how to describe this feeling. It was unfamiliar but she liked it very much.
Damion didn’t actually know what kind of things girls liked. He just bought everything he thought a girl might need based on his impression of them. His actions were quick and it was obvious that he wasn’t someone who spent too much time shopping. He just got what he needed and left.
Because of this, Ivy’s heart was filled with sweetness that couldn’t be described in words. It was unfamiliar yet made her want to hold onto it tightly.
However, Ivy knew very well that she had no right to do so.
Ivy felt even more dejected. She really wanted to tell Damion not to treat her this way, not to do things that would make her misunderstand him.
Her self-control wasn’t that great. She couldn’t help but think too much, even when she knew she shouldn’t.
She was afraid of doing something later on that would make her hate herself.
After Damion put everything he thought Ivy might need into the cart, he finally remembered that these things were for Ivy and asked if she liked them or needed anything else.
He looked at Ivy and said, “Do you have any favorite brands or things you like to use? Just tell me.”
Ivy looked at the full shopping cart and shook her head. “These are good enough for me. I’m not picky.”
She didn’t have the qualifications to be picky. There were many things she had never used before.
Damion didn’t say anything else but just checked everything again before saying, “Okay then. These are just temporary anyway. We’ll go buy new ones when the mall opens tomorrow.”
Ivy was even more shocked now.
She looked at Damion and then back at all the items in the cart before saying, “No need for that. These will last me a long time.”
Damion wasn’t sure what kind of life Ivy had lived before but he felt like she was very different from all the other girls he knew.
But it was already late now. They couldn’t worry about it anymore.
He made sure Ivy didn’t need anything else before pushing the cart towards checkout while Ivy’s heart seemed to bleed as each item got scanned one by one.
She knew Damion was a wealthy man, but she also felt guilty about taking advantage of his money.
She had already taken advantage of him before and now. Once again, Ivy felt disgusted with herself for doing it again.
With her head down, Ivy followed Damion out of the supermarket and couldn’t help feeling like she owed him more than she could ever repay.
As they got back into the car, Damion remained silent and drove towards his home. Soon enough, they arrived at an upscale neighborhood with strict security guards that made Ivy sit up straight in her seat and hold her breath.
This was where Damion occasionally stayed because it was close to his company. However, due to family reasons lately, he had been staying at Bishop’s Mansion instead of here. Even though someone came to clean regularly, it was still obvious that no one had lived there for a while.
From the moment they entered the elevator until they reached their destination floor, Ivy’s nerves were on edge as she walked carefully so as not to dirty or mess up anything in this luxurious place.
Damion walked in with his things and placed them on the coffee table before realizing that Ivy was still standing there, hesitant to come in.
He furrowed his brow and turned around to face her. “Why aren’t you coming in?” he asked.
“I don’t know where the slippers are,” Ivy replied.
Damion paused for a moment before realizing that he had forgotten to take out the slippers from his bag. He went to retrieve them and handed them over to her, apologizing for not having anyone over usually.
Ivy felt a small sense of happiness at being the first girl invited into Damion’s private space. The decor matched Damion’s personality perfectly – simple yet warm. Despite looking like no one had lived there for quite some time, Ivy still found herself liking it here.
Damion grabbed two bottles of soda from the fridge and handed one over to Ivy, telling her she could stay here and not worry about work anymore.
Ivy held onto the bottle tightly, avoiding eye contact with Damion as she realized that he knew everything about her. It made her feel even more embarrassed than before.
Ivy kept her head down, and her eyes were red in a place where Damion couldn’t see. Damion frowned slightly and walked over, squatting down in front of Ivy so he could see her eyes.
This action startled Ivy, and she instinctively moved back but ended up meeting Damion’s gaze. From his eyes, she saw a hint of helplessness which made her even more uncomfortable.
After a moment of silence, Ivy said, “I’m sorry for always causing trouble since you met me.”
Damion chuckled softly and replied, “Yes, you’re quite aware.” This caused Ivy to choke up as her face turned bright red with embarrassment.
The feeling was terrible enough that she almost wanted to jump off the building to escape this awkward situation. However, Damion found it amusing and said, “You’re tired today. Go take a shower and rest early. We’ll talk about everything else tomorrow.”
Ivy nodded but couldn’t help asking, “Are you staying here tonight too?”
Damion was taken aback by the question before being angered by it again.
He licked his lips lightly and said, “What’s wrong? Do you think I’ll do something to you?”
“No,” Ivy quickly denied, and her face was turning red. “I’m just afraid of bothering you.”
Damion said, “You don’t need to worry about that. Since I brought you here, it means you haven’t bothered me. Don’t give yourself unnecessary trouble.”
Ivy choked again and didn’t say anything more.
She stood up and obediently said, “Then I’ll go take a shower.”
Damion also stood up and handed the big bag he brought back from the supermarket to Ivy. He said,
“Everything is in there. If you need anything else, just let me know. You can sleep in that room over there with a bathroom inside which is available for your use directly.”
As he spoke, Damion pointed to a room for Ivy.
Ivy grabbed the bag and rushed towards the room. Sharing a room with Damion was putting too much pressure on her.
Damion didn’t mind Ivy’s hurried departure. He just shook his head and chuckled as he walked into his own room. It was getting late and he didn’t feel like fussing around anymore, so he decided to stay here for the night.
Ivy had no idea that Damion had already made up his mind. When she entered the room, she didn’t immediately go to wash up. Instead, she took a quick look around.
She didn’t dare wander around or snoop, but simply admired the layout of the room. Ivy had never been in such a luxurious house before – everything was exquisite beyond imagination.
Once again, she felt how great the difference was between herself and Damion. He seemed like someone from another world with a huge barrier separating them.
Ivy instantly felt dejected. This feeling wasn’t good at all. She couldn’t describe her emotions at that moment. All she knew was that it really hit her hard.
As Ivy walked into the bathroom feeling downcast, embarrassment washed over her when she realized that there were things in there that she didn’t know how to use.
She wasn’t keen on asking Damion for help but also did not want to mess anything up by trying it out herself. If something broke or got damaged, then not only would it be expensive to replace but also make her feel guilty about it later on.
After struggling in her room for a while, Ivy finally compromised and came out, ready to find Damion.
However, she didn’t see him in the living room and furrowed her brows in confusion. Had Damion already left? But she hadn’t heard any noise.
Ivy wasn’t sure if what she was thinking was right or not. Maybe the soundproofing here was too good for her to hear anything. What should she do now? She probably couldn’t take a shower anymore.
Feeling worried, Ivy sighed and decided to just wipe herself down with cold water instead. Otherwise, she would just sleep on the floor because she didn’t want to dirty Damion’s bed.
Just as Ivy was about to go back into her room to clean up, she heard the sound of a door opening.
She turned around and saw Damion walking out of his room.
Damion saw Ivy looking at him with suspicion as if she had done something wrong and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Ivy noticed that Damion had changed his clothes and his hair was still dripping wet from taking a shower. Instantly, her face turned red without warning.
Ivy’s mind wandered uncontrollably, and she couldn’t help but despise herself for thinking such strange things.
Damion didn’t hear Ivy’s response and became even more suspicious.
Finally, after Ivy cleared her head of all the clutter, she stuttered, “Um… I don’t know how to use it…”
Damion was taken aback and paused before realizing what Ivy meant by “it.”
He chuckled helplessly and said, “Sorry, I didn’t explain it clearly to you.”
Ivy felt as though her heart had been struck by something. There was a strange sensation that crept into her heart ??a sweet feeling.
It was odd but pleasant to feel that Damion wasn’t disgusted with her ignorance. He was so gentle with her.
Ivy felt like she was done for.
Who could resist someone like Damion?
Damion led Ivy into the room and showed her step by step how to use it. Ivy nodded obediently, recording everything carefully, afraid she might forget.
