The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 190

They returned to the chateau after the fireworks had stopped and the streets had become desolate. The butler had prepared supper at the chateau. The servants led them to their assigned rooms. Leo collapsed in his bed, exhausted. Marco carried Pierce to his room while he slept. Ivy was also tired and hungry, so she discovered that Wyatt’s room was directly across the hall from hers. Jimmy, who was on his way to deliver supper, called out to Ivy. “Ms. Morgan, you didn’t eat anything earlier. Before going to bed, eat some light snacks. It’ll improve your sleep.” He had a way with words that was unmistakable. Jimmy spoke up during Ivy’s hesitation. “Did you know...? Mr. Reed put in a lot of effort today to put on these fireworks! He contacted numerous departments and spent tens of millions of dollars to see fireworks on the Seine! If I’m a woman, I’ll be grateful to die happy!” Ivy was taken aback. Her heart beat a little faster. “Fireworks? Isn’t it to commemorate King Louis XIII’s birthday?” Jimmy gave her a strange look. In shock, his features twisted. “Then Louis XIII is extremely fortunate. The fireworks are most certainly not for him. Mr. Reed stated that the tour could not be dull. Otherwise, you and Chairman Morgan will be dissatisfied. That’s why he planned a fireworks display for you. When was the last time they made such a big deal out of King Louis XIII’s birthday?” Ivy’s expression shifted slightly. She recalled no holiday to commemorate Louis XIII’s birthday during the several years she spent in France for work and study. She didn’t mind holidays because she could join in on the fun whenever she wanted. Wyatt appeared to have orchestrated the whole thing. “That’s quite the trouble,” Ivy pursed her lips. Her heart was heavy because she felt she still owed Wyatt money. The opposite door opened at that precise moment. Wyatt, wielding a walking cane, stood in the

doorway. He stood tall and straight. The hair on his brow was a little unkempt. Aside from his slightly pale face, he appeared to be in good health. As he opened his thin lips, his eyes were pensive and charming. “How come you haven’t rested yet?” Jimmy exited Ivy’s room cheerfully. “When Ms. Morgan discovered that you had organized the fireworks display, she was so moved that she almost cried. She said you’re so busy, but you can still think of these things, so she’s very emotional and hopes you’ll be able to recover sooner. That way, she’ll be able to stand alongside you, hand in hand, to watch the fireworks!” Ivy, who was about to shut the door, was rendered speechless. Her gaze was complicated as she looked at Jimmy, who did not flinch. Jimmy was chosen as Wyatt’s butler for reasons other than being Ken’s cousin, right? His ass- kissing abilities were unrivaled! Wyatt raised his brows gently. He sized up Ivy with a cold face with tenderness to it with a faint smile. “All right, don’t cry.” He promised to recover quickly so she wouldn’t become overly emotional. Wyatt’s hair was unkempt. He had a casual and lazy appearance and did not resemble the distant and indifferent Reed Corporation President. Ivy was speechless as she stared strangely at Wyatt. ‘Does he believe what Jimmy said? With that IQ, how can he stay in the industry? Ridiculous!’ Ivy was about to say something sarcastic, but her tone softened as she remembered the fireworks earlier. “You overthink things. Go to bed early.” Wyatt tilted his head slightly before closing the door and exclaimed, “I’m hungry. I’d like what you’re having.” “That’s the last part,” Jimmy said right away. “Ms. Morgan, eating alone will bore you; why don’t you share some with Mr. Reed?” It’d be a romantic dinner for the two of them! Ivy’s eyes narrowed, and she remained silent.

“I won’t eat much,” Wyatt added. He was only interested in going to her room and accompanying her for one meal. Ivy cocked her brow and laughed softly. She spun around, took up the tray, and handed it to Jimmy. “OK, I’m not going to eat. It’s entirely yours.” She wished she hadn’t held back her harsh words earlier. Wyatt’s stupid habit of pushing his luck made her want to stomp on him. Wyatt furrowed his brows. “I’m not saying this.” “But I do,” she countered. “Are you not hungry?” Wyatt gave her a look. “Well, just to make sure you have enough, let me starve!” Ivy shot back. Wyatt went utterly still. He had initially planned to take advantage of Ivy’s soft heart to smooth over their relationship. He had forgotten about Ivy’s tenacity. He hesitated, but Ivy had already shoved the tray in front of Jimmy. “Jimmy, keep an eye on Mr. Reed and make sure he doesn’t choke to death.” Ivy smirked and slammed the door to her room shut. Wyatt clenched his teeth and laughed angrily. ‘She doesn’t make any concessions!’ His lungs were congested. Jimmy stood there with the tray, embarrassed. He made this especially for Ivy, taking into account her preferences. Wyatt would not be pleased. “Mr. Reed, you should eat it on behalf of Ms. Morgan since she offered it to you to get more nutrition and recover faster!” Jimmy said approvingly. Wyatt only gave him a cold stare. Jimmy bowed his head and looked at the food tray. ‘Fine. I’m going to eat it. We can’t afford to waste food.’ Ivy returned to her room and saw the photograph that Leo had sent her. It was a photograph of Ivy and Wyatt standing on the bridge with fireworks. Ivy was staring at the river, while Wyatt, from his wheelchair, was staring at her with deep affection. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. She understood why her father took this photograph. Leo, too, felt soft-hearted, but she did not. Ivy silently deleted the photo and joined her friends in a group chat. Because the group was aware that Ivy was in France, it was highly active. One of them mentioned the day’s top news. (Did you see the fireworks on the Seine today, Ivy? All of the major news outlets are going crazy trying to get information about it! It’s a once-in-a-century occurrence.) (Yeah! Remember your first birthday, which you spent here? I recall you wishing to see fireworks on the banks of the Seine in our school’s public class record! I believe that book is still available.) Ivy read the messages as she scrolled through them. For a brief moment, her mind went blank. She had a flash of insight. She’d forgotten that watching fireworks on the banks of the Seine was her first wish when she had to spend her first birthday alone in France. She didn’t have anything to wish for at the time, so she casually wrote down a wish that would most likely not come true. She never imagined it would come true today. Ivy pressed her lips together. Her heart clenched, and she struggled to breathe. ‘Wyatt didn’t plan this based on my request, did he?’ She put her phone away and looked out the window. The warm lights surrounding the chateau and the green landscape created a dream-like scene. The window was left with oblique watermarks from a drizzle. Ivy burst out laughing. ‘It’s most likely coincidental. How would Wyatt know about her wish in the first place?’ Wyatt sent her a message right then and there. (To the intelligent and lovely Ms. Morgan, I wish you all the best in your future endeavors—your devoted fan.) Ivy couldn’t help but roll her eyes and laugh exasperatedly. She replied. (It’s my misfortune that you’re a fan of mine!)