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Wrong Flirt, Right Trouble: His Uncle Pulls Me Close

Chapter 180: Calling Him a Heartless and Faithless Man · Nov 02, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Making Ivy Sherwood Try on a Wedding Dress 2026-11-02
152 Chapter 152: She Wants Mrs. Blackwood’s Position 2026-11-02
153 Chapter 153: Are All Mistresses This Arrogant Nowadays? 2026-11-02
154 Chapter 154: Making Ivy Sherwood a Model 2026-11-02
155 Chapter 155: Her Hand Seemed to Have Landed on Someone’s Crotch 2026-11-02
156 Chapter 156: She Must Be Deliberately Trying to Get His Attention 2026-11-02
157 Chapter 157: Ivy Sherwood Appears, A Peerless Beauty 2026-11-02
158 Chapter 158: Throwing Herself into Quentin Blackwood’s Embrace and Hugging His Waist 2026-11-02
159 Chapter 159: Ivy Sherwood Calls Quentin Blackwood Husband 2026-11-02
160 Chapter 160: How Many Men Have You Called Husband? 2026-11-02
161 Chapter 161: Burning the Bridge After I Just Helped You? 2026-11-02
162 Chapter 162: Worldview Shattered 2026-11-02
163 Chapter 163: Silas Blackwood Is Excited; He Has Finally Found That Woman’s Identity 2026-11-02
164 Chapter 164: Seeing Quentin Blackwood and Joy Sheridan Shopping 2026-11-02
165 Chapter 165: The Gift Quentin Blackwood Bought 2026-11-02
166 Chapter 166: A Taste of Their Own Medicine 2026-11-02
167 Chapter 167: Secretly Taking His Picture 2026-11-02
168 Chapter 168: So Ivy Sherwood Is Jealous? 2026-11-02
169 Chapter 169: Mr. Blackwood, I Am Wendy Summers 2026-11-02
170 Chapter 170: Ivy Sherwood Must Marry, Whether She Wants to or Not 2026-11-02
171 Chapter 171: Anna Nash’s Scheme 2026-11-02
172 Chapter 172: Ivy Sherwood’s Powerful Counterattack 2026-11-02
173 Chapter 173: You Don’t Want to Marry? Then Let’s Call Off the Engagement 2026-11-02
174 Chapter 174: You Lured Your Nephew’s Wife Into Bed? 2026-11-02
175 Chapter 175: Silas Blackwood Gets Beaten While Kneeling 2026-11-02
176 Chapter 176: Quentin Blackwood Asks Her: Does It Feel Good? 2026-11-02
177 Chapter 177: I’ll Tell Caleb Blackwood I’m Pregnant With Your Child, Uncle 2026-11-02
178 Chapter 178: You Can’t Escape the Blackwood Family 2026-11-02
179 Chapter 179: Framing Ivy Sherwood Again 2026-11-02
180 Chapter 180: Calling Him a Heartless and Faithless Man 2026-11-02
181 Chapter 181: Who Do You Like? Is It Quentin Blackwood? 2026-11-02
182 Chapter 182: She Stripped Herself Bare 2026-11-02
183 Chapter 183: Caught Cheating in Bed: Uncle and Ivy Sherwood’s Secret Is Discovered 2026-11-02
184 Chapter 184: My Woman Is Naked. You Think I’ll Let You Look? 2026-11-02
185 Chapter 185: Helping Ivy Sherwood Trap Silas Blackwood 2026-11-02
186 Chapter 186: I Said, She Is Not Ivy Sherwood 2026-11-02
187 Chapter 187: Revealing the Secret to Quentin Blackwood 2026-11-02
188 Chapter 188: It Turns Out She Was Exposed to Quentin Blackwood So Early 2026-11-02
189 Chapter 189: Silas Blackwood Is Finally Smart for Once 2026-11-02
190 Chapter 190: A Complete Falling Out 2026-11-02
191 Chapter 191: Dealing with Silas Blackwood Is a Piece of Cake 2026-11-02
192 Chapter 192: Turns Out the Earrings from Quentin Blackwood Were So Expensive 2026-11-02
193 Chapter 193: I Don’t Want Money, I Want You 2026-11-02
194 Chapter 194: Want to Push Her Down on the Dining Table 2026-11-02
195 Chapter 195: He Lost Control, Addicted to the Taste 2026-11-02
196 Chapter 196: Miss Sherwood’s Service Was Good Last Night 2026-11-02
197 Chapter 197: Come Clean, Was Last Night the First Time? 2026-11-02
198 Chapter 198: Anna Nash is Pregnant, and Ivy Sherwood Turns Her Own Scheme Against Her 2026-11-02
199 Chapter 199: President Blackwood Thinks, Certain People Surnamed Xiao Are Really Annoying 2026-11-02
200 Chapter 200: A Sick Ivy Sherwood is Adorable 2026-11-02

”Get out.”

Quentin’s gaze was sharp. The sheer intimidating force and icy chill emanating from him left the other man frozen in place.

His gaze fell to the hand that had just touched Ivy Sherwood. In that instant, the man felt a stare as sharp as a blade, as if Quentin intended to chop his hand right off.

Her support gone, Ivy Sherwood’s body slumped downward.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Quentin caught her and pulled her into his arms.

Dizzy and dazed, Ivy Sherwood only registered that she had fallen into a familiar embrace.

’Such a pleasant scent, cool and crisp.’

’It’s nothing like that repulsive smell from before. This feels so safe.’

She nuzzled against Quentin’s chest. He looked down at her, then bent over and swept her up into his arms.

The stench of alcohol was overpowering. Ivy Sherwood must have had a lot to drink.

”Hey! Don’t you understand first come, first served? I saw her first,” the man said, refusing to give up.

’If I can’t complete the task John assigned me, how am I supposed to report back?’

’But this woman is so plain. How could a guy this handsome be into her?’

He couldn’t just stand by and watch her get snatched away. The man reached out to stop them, trying to grab Ivy Sherwood.

But Quentin grabbed his wrist and twisted it sharply.

A sharp SNAP, like the sound of a bone breaking, echoed in the air.

”Aargh!” the man screamed in agony.

The scream jostled Ivy, who pushed herself up in Quentin’s arms. Her eyes were hazy as she looked around.

”Is someone slaughtering a pig? Is it the New Year already?” she mumbled.

Quentin’s voice was as menacing as a demon from hell. ”Still not gone?”

”Going, going, I’m gone...” The thug could tell this man was bad news.

He’d never encountered anyone with an aura like that.

He gritted his teeth. He was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He’d just have to go back and tell John he’d failed and see if John could find another opportunity.

The thug left, but he didn’t go far. He hid nearby, watching them.

Quentin carried Ivy Sherwood toward a luxury car parked nearby.

”Ivy, it’s getting late. Don’t you have work tomorrow? I’ll take you home.”

Ivy was in a daze, catching only fragments of what he said. Something about her name... something about tomorrow... and the words ”take you home.”

”I’m not going back! Not going back...”

She hated Timothy Sherwood. She didn’t want to see him.

She couldn’t understand how a father like Timothy Sherwood could even exist.

’Pah! He’s a monster. He doesn’t deserve to be a father at all.’

Just thinking of his name made Ivy’s stomach churn. She felt like she was going to be sick.

’Timothy Sherwood is even more disgusting than Silas Blackwood. No, they’re both just as disgusting.’

Ivy felt something in her hand. She held it up, trying to get a good look at it. It seemed to be a hotel key card.

’When did I get a room?’

Ivy had drunk so much she couldn’t remember anything, and her words were just drunken ramblings.

”I... I have a room. I already got a room.”

”Hey, handsome... want to get a room with me?” Ivy asked, her half-lidded eyes misty.

Quentin looked at the key card in Ivy’s hand. His eyes narrowed, and his voice turned dangerous. ”You want to get a room with me?”

’Silas Blackwood has so many women, so what’s wrong with me getting a room with someone?’

’Besides, this guy is gorgeous. His features are flawless... and there’s something familiar about him.’

Ivy hooked her arm around Quentin’s neck, studying his face intently before murmuring, ”You look a lot like Quentin Blackwood.”

The corner of Quentin’s mouth lifted into a slight smile. ’Not bad,’ he thought. ’Even drunk, she can still remember my name.’

But her next words made his smile freeze on his face.

”That cold, heartless man,” she added, her voice tinged with grievance.

’Me? Cold and heartless?’

”I’ll give you a chance to rephrase that.”

’If I were really cold and heartless, I wouldn’t have spent the entire day following her around because I was worried.’ ’

’Nor would I have been here to see some thug bothering her.’

Still in Quentin’s arms, Ivy struggled to lift her head, trying to get a clear look at the man before her.

Finally, she tilted her head and grinned. ”You’re way more handsome than he is!”

Quentin’s breath hitched.

’Whatever,’ he thought. ’She’s just drunk.’

’If she wants to get a room with me, then I’ll be happy to oblige.’

Quentin plucked the key card from her hand, glanced at the hotel name and room number, and then carried her toward the building.

He assumed it was a room Ivy had booked for herself and didn’t think anything more of it.

The thug hadn’t left. He stealthily followed them.

He saw the man and Ivy enter the hotel. They didn’t stop at the front desk but went straight upstairs. They must have gone to the room he’d booked.

The thug gloated. This was a godsend.

Even though it wasn’t him with her, the objective was basically accomplished.

He hurried over to a private room nearby to tell Gideon Gordon and Anna Nash what had happened.

Anna Nash frowned. ”Are you sure they went to that room?”

”I’m positive. I watched the elevator. It went to that floor. No doubt about it.”

A smile played on Anna Nash’s lips. ”Excellent. But who was the man who cut in? What did he look like?”

”He was really handsome. Looked cool,” the thug said.

’A handsome guy is actually into Ivy Sherwood?’

’Could it be someone she knows?’

’It can’t be Silas Blackwood, can it?’

Anna Nash pulled up a photo of Silas Blackwood and showed it to the thug. ”Was it this man?”

The thug glanced at it. ”No.”

He kept the second half of his thought—that the man was much more handsome than the one in the photo—to himself.

’As long as it’s not Silas Blackwood, this will be easy.’

’I don’t care who it is. As long as it’s some other man, it’s fine.’

”Go back and keep an eye on them. Don’t let that man leave. I’m going to call the media. By tomorrow, Ivy Sherwood’s reputation will be in tatters!”

’Even if it’s the same old trick, a trick that works is a good trick.’

Tomorrow morning, she would call Silas Blackwood over to catch them in the act. Then she’d see if Silas still wanted a woman who had slept with another man.

...

At the hotel next door, Quentin carried Ivy upstairs and used the key card from her hand to open the room door.

As the door opened, the lights flickered on.

The sight of the bed inside brought a sliver of sobriety back to Ivy.

Thea Sherwood’s fate and the image of Charlie Rhodes’s face flashed through her mind, and a primal fear gripped her.

”Where are you taking me? Did you bring me here to get a room? No! I’m not that kind of person!”

As she spoke, Ivy started struggling to get out of Quentin’s arms, trying to run away.

The woman twisted and squirmed in his arms, her body rubbing against his.

Soon, Quentin felt his mouth go dry, as if a fire was igniting within him.

”Let’s get one thing straight. You’re the one who brought me here to get a room!” Quentin kicked the door shut with his foot and tossed Ivy onto the bed.

The phrase ”get a room” must have frightened her, because Ivy scrambled to her feet, ready to bolt. ”I don’t want to get a room!”

Quentin grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her back.

His voice was laced with a raw edge. ”Too late!”

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