The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 153

Wyatt clenched his teeth. “Because the invitation was handed to me.” Ivy was utterly baffled. Her heart was pounding. Morgan Corporation and Reed Corporation both had a stake in this project and were evenly matched candidates. Marco Seely had no reason to invite Reed Corporation rather than Morgan Corporation. ‘Has Marco made up his mind?’ When Pierce saw Ivy’s glum expression, he immediately tugged at her sleeve. “If you want to go, Pretty Lady, I can invite you.” ‘Anyway, it’s being hosted by Daddy, so I can invite my friends as well, right?’ Wyatt cast a glance at Pierce. ‘What a load of nonsense!’ he thought. Ivy did not take it seriously, believing that Pierce was only trying to console her. She smiled at the little charmer and locked her gaze on Wyatt. “Are you here to show off, Mr. Reed?” Wyatt’s brow furrowed slightly. “I don’t have a female companion. You may—” Ivy set the teacup she was holding down. “No need; I’ll come up with something else.” Although being Wyatt’s female companion was the most convenient solution, she would only be in a neutral role at that point. That was not what she had in mind. Ivy rose to her feet. Pierce quickly took her hand in his. “Pretty Lady, I’d like to come over to your house and play.” She stroked his chubby chin. “Okay.” Wyatt stood up and watched as Pierce jumped and yanked Ivy’s hand away from him. His fists were clenched. A few strands of hair hid his cold, stern brow. The tender expressions on his face faded, and he struggled for a moment. Wyatt wished at the time to give Ivy the opportunity instead. The bodyguard’s voice came through the miniature earphones in Pierce’s ears as soon as they left. “It’s time, Young Master, to invite her to dinner. You can’t leave a girl hungry.” As he tugged on Ivy’s hand, Pierce nodded and smiled. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Pretty Lady, how about we go out to dinner before we go home?” “Can we go home, and I’ll have the maids cook for you?” “No, I want to eat...” As he pondered, his eyes rolled around, “a scoop of ice cream!” Ivy couldn’t stop laughing. ‘He’s just a little kid.’ “Okay.” Her gloomy mood had vanished as she followed this little charmer to fill his stomach. Ivy took the boy to a nearby newly opened gourmet restaurant. When the waiter came over to take their order, he couldn’t stop staring at Pierce. “Is he your brother, Miss? He’s so cute!” Pierce’s face became glum as he corrected the lady, and he rolled his eyes. He said it in a childish tone that pretended to be mature. “I’m her boyfriend!” Even though he referred to Ivy as a “Pretty Lady,” he intended for her to be his girlfriend! Ivy laughed. “Please give him a kid’s meal and two parfaits.” Pierce guzzled a childish snort. His sapphire eyes were filled with resentment. “I’m not interested in a kid’s meal. I’m not a kid!” Ivy couldn’t stop laughing. “So, boyfriend, what do you want to eat?” Pierce flushed immediately. He flailed shyly and shivered with the corner of his small suit jacket. His heart was pounding with ecstasy. ‘OMG! Pretty lady wants to be my girlfriend?!’ “Ladies first. You take a decision!” All he wanted was to mature quickly! Ivy winked at the waiter and proceeded with the previous order. The waiter immediately understood and thought, ‘This strange little kid is just so adorable.’ Ivy ate her parfait while Pierce consumed the rest of the meal. He ate a lot of food because he was still a growing child. Ivy requested the bill from the waiter after the meal. Pierce immediately stopped her. “How can I let my lady pay for the bill when you come out to eat

with your boyfriend?” he said in a cute voice and with a lot of cockiness. Ivy was taken aback as the little charmer rolled up his sleeve to reveal his custom-made ROLEX children’s watch. Her heart trembled a little. Any watch from this brand was likely to be as pricey as her bag, let alone a custom-made one. When the front of his watch aligned with the QR code, the waiter’s payment machine automatically chimed, “You have successfully paid $800. Thank you.” Pierce casually drew back his sleeve. Pierce’s father, who appeared on her doorstep the day before, did not appear to be an ordinary man! “Pierce, who is your father?” Pierce blinked and opened his mouth to introduce himself when an eager voice came through his miniature earphones. “You’re not going to tell her! If you do, she’ll prefer your daddy!” says his nanny.” In comparison to his father, Pierce felt that he did not appear to have any advantages other than his youth. ‘Daddy can’t pull in my Pretty Lady! Certainly not!’ Pierce’s opened mouth tightened again. His gaze shifted deftly. “My father is a wealthy man, but all of his wealth is mine as well, so you should just like me.” Ivy let out a helpless laugh and smile as her heart melted. ‘Pierce’s father must be very wealthy!’ Ivy returned Pierce to the Morgan Mansion. Simba was ecstatic and turned in circles around Pierce. “Mama, I like Pierce!” Simba was picked up by Pierce and stroked on the head. “I like you as well, kitty!” “I’m a tiger!” he exclaimed. Simba waggled its tail defiantly. Pierce carried Simba by its neck while Ivy went to the kitchen to get some water. “I’m Pretty Lady’s boyfriend, so call me Daddy if you call her Mama!” Simba’s face had become distorted as a result of being carried in this manner. “No! Wyatt Reed is

my papa! He’s the most attractive man on the planet!” ‘A tiger, according to Mama, should be assertive!’ Pierce was furious at Simba, but he was afraid Simba would complain about him. “Whatever, I’m not going to bother with a cat-like you! In any case, she’s mine!” he exclaimed. A ringtone came from Pierce’s watch at that precise moment. It was Marco Seely. Pierce unwillingly took it. “Daddy!” Marco’s deep voice could be heard. “Can you tell me where you are?” “I’m at pretty lady’s house. You’re not allowed to come over, Daddy!” ‘Won’t I be out of the game if my pretty lady likes Daddy?’ Marco chuckled. “I’ll go over and pick you up if you don’t return within thirty minutes.” He found joy in defying his son’s wishes. Pierce thumped his feet and grimaced because he was so alarmed and unhappy. “No way! I want to sleep with her!” “To whom are you speaking?” Ivy inquired as she approached with two glasses of milk. When Marco’s voice came through, Pierce was about to end the call. “Allow me to speak with her.” Pierce raised his hand hesitantly. Only then did Ivy notice that his watch face read, “On the line.” “Is that your father?” “It’s me, Ms. Morgan.” Ivy’s tone was composed. “Hello.” “I apologize for bothering you, Ms. Morgan. Someone will come and get him later. If he refuses to leave, simply shut the door. Don’t be a softie.” Ivy chuckled as she looked at Pierce, who had puffed up his cheeks in rage. “That’s so evil.” “A boy whose only goal in life is to sleep with girls is a jerk.” Marco then hung up the phone. Pierce’s pupils dilated, and his face flushed. “You’re a moron, Daddy!” ‘How dare he sully my reputation in front of my pretty lady?! You annoy me, Daddy!’ Ivy couldn’t help but laugh before quickly comforting him. “Don’t be upset. I know that our Pierce isn’t like this!”

Ivy consoled him for a while before Pierce began to relax. The doorbell rang not long after that. Ivy walked over to the door and flung it open. At the door stood a slightly chubby nanny. She spoke with a smile on her face. “Please excuse me; I’m on my way to pick up our Young Master.” Pierce walked up to the door, looking adorable. The nanny handed him a box of desserts while winking at him as if she had an eye muscle tightness. “This is the dessert you told me to get, Young Master.” Pierce went silent for a split second before reacting quickly. “This is for you, Pretty Lady.”