Page 29 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Ivy shoved his hands away and climbed off his lap, settling back into her seat with a glare. “And you? Are you the best man in the whole world while everyone else is trash?” she shot back. “Have you even looked at yourself? Are you a good person, Mr. Evans?”

She didn’t wait for a response. She flung the car door open and stormed toward the hotel.

Christian’s fingers curled into fists, his jaw tightening as his eyes followed her retreating figure. Frustration and something dangerously close to desperation flickered in his gaze.

Then, after a moment, he also stepped out and followed her inside.

As they entered the private dining room, Ivy’s mind reeled back to their conversation in the car—her words, her anger, and the way she had snapped at him.

"Was I too harsh back there?" Ivy wondered, guilt creeping into her chest. ‘His heart is in the right place, and on top of that, he’s already sick.’ She stole a glance at him as he walked beside her, his expression calm and unreadable. Biting her lip, regret settled like a shard in her heart. ‘Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh.’

Half an hour later, the room buzzed with conversation as Ivy’s colleagues filled the space. A long rectangular table stretched across the center, seating around twenty people. Ivy sat across from Christian, a few seats away, while Bobby took the chair beside her, directly opposite Christian.

As dishes were served and people began eating, Christian’s gaze remained fixed on Ivy, though she appeared oblivious, engaged in conversation with a woman next to her.

Bobby, noticing Christian’s unwavering attention, abruptly stood up and patted Ivy’s shoulder. "Ivy, you’re the star of tonight’s dinner! Why are you sitting here?" he laughed, nudging her playfully. "Go sit next to Mr. Evans. Get up."

The chatter around them died down slightly as curious eyes turned toward Ivy. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but before she could protest, Bobby gave her a light push, guiding her toward the empty seat beside Christian. With a nonchalant chuckle, he pressed her shoulders down, making her sit.

"Don’t be shy. You sealed the deal with Mr. Evans today. You should thank him properly."

Under Bobby’s insistence and the penetrating gazes of her colleagues, Ivy had no choice but to comply. She stole a quick glance at Christian, but he remained silent as Bobby returned to his seat, and the dinner resumed.

As the dinner progressed, Christian’s attention never strayed from Ivy. He watched her closely, ensuring she ate properly. Every now and then, he would pick up a dish and place food on her plate.

"You love this. Have more," he murmured, setting a serving of gravy in front of her.

Ivy’s gaze burned into her plate, her cheeks heating. She could feel the weight of her colleagues’ eyes on her, most likely in shock at Christian’s open attentiveness. Yet, Christian seemed utterly unconcerned with their stares, his entire focus on her. When her water glass emptied, he filled it without a second thought, his every action deliberate, as if her comfort was his only priority.

As the meal neared its end, Ivy reached for a bowl of rice on the table. Just as she was about to take it, another colleague, too engrossed in conversation, unknowingly took the bowl before she could, serving himself.

Christian’s gaze flickered toward the waiter. "Bring all the dishes again," he ordered.

The waiter hesitated. "All of them, sir?" he asked, clearly surprised.

The hotel was high-end, and the dishes were exorbitantly priced. Even one full round of refills would cost hundreds of thousands. But Christian didn’t so much as blink.

The waiter nodded and hurried off. The murmurs in the room grew as more people took notice of Christian’s actions, their gazes darting between him and Ivy.

When the dishes arrived, Christian immediately took the rice bowl from the waiter’s hands, serving Ivy himself. "Here," he said. "Tell me if you want anything else."

Ivy swallowed, her fingers tightening around her spoon. When she lifted her gaze, she found every pair of eyes on her. Heat crawled up her neck, making her shift uncomfortably.

Lowering her voice, she pushed the bowl back toward him. "Mr. Evans, you're our client, and this dinner is meant for you. Please don’t worry about me."

But Christian didn’t respond to her words. He continued tending to her as if no one else existed on that table.

His actions did not go unnoticed. It was becoming increasingly obvious to everyone that Ivy wasn’t just another employee in Christian’s eyes—there was something much deeper between them. It wasn’t just a simple work dinner. It wasn’t just professionalism. Christian’s attention was singularly focused on Ivy, and he hadn’t spared a single glance at any other woman at the table.

As the dinner wrapped up and drinks were being passed around, the conversations grew livelier. Laughter echoed across the room, and the once-curious gazes on Christian and Ivy faded as people got lost in their own chatter.

Bobby reappeared, grinning as he filled Ivy’s wine glass to the brim. "Here, drink more, Ivy. Don’t worry about anything tonight. You should enjoy yourself!"

He shot Christian a sneaky, almost triumphant glance.

Christian’s jaw twitched in annoyance.

Ivy, knowing she couldn’t reject her boss outright, lifted the glass with a polite smile and brought it to her lips.

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