Page 10 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Without another word, he pulled away, closing the car door behind him before moving to the other side to take his seat.

"Drive," he instructed the driver.

The driver obeyed immediately, starting the car and weaving through the city streets.

Christian turned to Ivy, his sharp gaze scanning her face. “Why did you try to run away today?” His voice was calm but edged with something unreadable. “You knew that since you didn’t have lunch with me, I’d come to get you for dinner, right?”

“No,” she replied, her voice indifferent. A lie.

She knew him too well. She had worked at Evans Holdings for just three months, but Christian had embedded himself in her world like her own shadow. He had a way of surrounding her existence completely, as if she were the only thing that existed to him, as if nothing else in his life mattered beyond Ivy. As if he had nothing else to do—nothing else to look for—except her.

Once again, her chest tightened, and a sharp pain wrapped around every inch of her being, suffocating and relentless. It wasn’t just a fleeting ache—it was the kind that settled deep into her bones, clawing at her heart like an old wound that refused to heal.

She took a slow breath, forcing herself to stay composed. "I still have a meeting to attend," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I need to finish it before I can leave for the day."

Christian’s expression remained unreadable. “Got it,” he muttered. “Tell the driver your work location. I’ll take you there.”

The drive to her workplace was mercifully short, lasting no more than twenty minutes. Silence filled the car the entire ride. As soon as the car stopped in front of Grand Aurelia Real Estate, Ivy reached for the door, but Christian was faster. He stepped outfirst and walked around, opening her door fully and extending a hand to help her out of the car. But she ignored it, stepping down on her own.

He didn’t seem fazed. Instead, he calmly handed her the phone she had left on the car seat, along with her file.

Without a word, Ivy turned and walked up to the building, but she could still feel his gaze on her, burning into her back.

Two hours later, Ivy stepped out of the building. The sky had darkened, the city lights flickering to life. Beside her, Jenna—her colleague from the law department—kept rambling on about work.

Just as Ivy stepped into the open air, her eyes lifted, and she spotted Christian pacing by the car, arms folded across his chest, looking as though he had been waiting the entire time. The second he heard their voices, his head lifted. His gaze locked onto hers, and a flicker of brightness lit up his usually cold eyes.

Jenna sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh my God. Who is that hottie?” she whispered excitedly. “He is so damn handsome!”

Ivy’s gaze slid to Jenna, whose expression had turned starstruck, completely under Christian’s spell.

“I think I wanna kidnap him and hide him in my basement,” Jenna giggled, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “That’s it—I’m making him my next boyfriend.”

“Jenna,” Ivy grabbed her arm as Jenna started to move toward Christian. Keeping her voice low, Ivy warned, “You shouldn’t do that. He’s not a good man.”

Jenna shrugged, unbothered. “Even better. Ilovebad boys and toxic relationships. That’s what keeps my blood pumping.” She winked at Ivy. “Just watch—I’ll have him wrapped around myfinger in no time. And when he’s mine, I’ll flaunt him like a trophy.”

Before Ivy could stop her, Jenna yanked her arm free, flipped her hair, and strutted toward Christian with confidence. She reached him and flashed her sweetest smile.

“Hey,” she greeted, tilting her head slightly, her tone flirtatious. “Are you here for work too? My friend and I just got done with some business with them. I’m a lawyer, by the way.” She extended her hand for a handshake.

Christian barely looked at her. His expression remained blank as his eyes dropped to her outstretched hand.

“Sure,” he muttered in a dry voice, making no move to shake it.

Jenna’s smile faltered slightly as she awkwardly lowered her hand. Recovering quickly, she pulled out her phone. “Let’s exchange numbers,” she suggested, typing something on her screen. “It’s always good to make business connections, right?”

Christian didn’t even spare her a second glance. Instead, he took a single step back, subtly but completely dismissing her.

“I don’t need that.” he said flatly before turning away, dismissing her so coldly that Jenna’s face flushed with embarrassment. Without another word, she turned sharply on her heel and stormed away, her head held high as if nothing had happened. But Ivy could see how tightly she was gripping her phone.

Ivy walked toward the car, file in hand. As she approached, Christian opened the door for her, reaching to take her hand, but she ignored him again and slipped inside on her own.

The car started, merging into traffic once more.

Christian didn’t complain about her staying late or keeping him waiting. He simply sat beside her, his hand resting dangerously close to hers on the center console. The silence between them felt suffocating.

Then, without a word, he pulled out his laptop and started working. Ivy let out a quiet breath of relief.

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