Healing my disabled husband
Chapter 813 She Still Decides Not To Use It

Chapter 813 She Still Decides Not To Use It

Ivy was still very confused when she heard Damion's confident words. She looked at him with a puzzled expression, like a good baby waiting for his answer.

Damion said, "There are some things in the mall that I couldn't accompany you to buy. You can go buy them yourself later."

Ivy thought for a moment and suddenly realized what it was.

Now Ivy was completely shy.

She didn't even dare to look at Damion. She just wanted to hurry back to her room and didn't know how to face him.

Biting her lip lightly, Ivy said, "Damion, are you treating me like your daughter?"

Damion raised his hand and was about to flick Ivy on the forehead but quickly remembered how she pouted at him in the mall earlier today. He had already flicked her too many times today so he felt sorry for her and decided not to do it this time.

Ivy felt Damion's movement and prepared herself for another hit on the head but didn't feel any pain this time.

She couldn't help but secretly glance at Damion, only seeing his hand raised up without falling down on her head.

Damion noticed Ivy's expression of surprise and found it amusing. His hand did not fall onto Ivy's forehead as expected but instead landed on top of her head where he rubbed it gently before saying, "Take it. Use it all up, then tell me."

Ivy took the bank card from Damion's hand and stared at it for a long time before suddenly looking up at him again, "Damien, are you trying to keep me?"

Damien squinted his eyes then finally flicked Ivy on the forehead again this time much harder than before!

This girl really knew how to shock people!

This one hurt much more than last time!

Damion said, "What's going on in that brain of yours?" If this was what she called being kept, Damion didn't know if he was getting a good deal or if this girl was just too easy to fool.

Ivy's forehead swelled from the hit and she looked at Damion with tears in her eyes. "Damion, if you keep doing this, I won't be able to get into college."

Damion replied, "Then you better be ready for me to settle the score with you later. Let's see how I'll deal with you."

Ivy hesitated and couldn't help but shrink her neck back and move away from him.

Damion chuckled but still spoke seriously. "So what do you want to do? You need to figure it out yourself."

Ivy nodded obediently and quickly changed her attitude.

"I understand now. I will study hard," Ivy said.

Damion was satisfied and said, "Okay then, go rest now."

But Ivy couldn't resist asking one more question before leaving. "Are you staying here tonight?"

It wasn't early anymore and he had stayed over last night because it got too late.

Was history repeating itself today?

Damion smirked at Ivy's question. "Are you scared of me?"

Ivy really didn't know how to answer that question.

Ivy couldn't help but feel confused about the current situation with Damion. Were they living together? It all seemed so strange to her.

"You know, if you don't want me to stay here, I can leave," Damion said.

Ivy was even more unsure of what to do now. She felt like Damion was trying to guilt trip her into letting him stay.

She knew that she might have been a bit unreasonable in wanting the real owner of the house out, especially since it was already kind of him to let her stay there in the first place.

After berating herself for a moment, Ivy finally spoke up. "That's not what I meant. I'm just going back to my room."

With that, she turned and ran back into her room while Damion sighed and thought about their relationship.

He knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt Ivy intentionally but being a man made it easy for girls like Ivy to overthink things. He decided he'd go somewhere else tonight so Ivy could be more comfortable. Maybe tomorrow they could talk things out properly and figure out where they stood with each other.

After Ivy returned to her room, she closed the door and leaned against it with the bank card in hand, unable to calm down.

The current situation was really strange. She could feel how good Damion was to her, but she couldn't explain why. Why did Damion have to be so good to her? Especially since there wasn't even a hint of ulterior motives in his kindness towards her. On the contrary, it was Ivy who had some twisted thoughts about him.

Ivy was really worried that one day she might give in to those twisted thoughts and do something outrageous like sneaking into Damion's room at night while he slept...

She slapped herself on the forehead suddenly, realizing that she was becoming more and more abnormal.

"If I keep thinking like this, I'll explode right here," Ivy muttered under her breath.

Her gaze fell back onto the bank card in her hand. It felt like a hot potato burning through her fingers. She needed to hide this thing away or else risk losing it altogether. After scanning around the room for a moment, Ivy finally decided on hiding the bank card inside one of the drawers next to her bed.

Although she still had some money left on herself - only a few hundred dollars - Ivy decided not to use any of Damion's money if possible.