After Rebirth, I Replaced My Ex-Husband's True Love-Chapter 106: The Matchmaker God Is Ivan Underwood

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: The Matchmaker God Is Ivan Underwood

Henry Preston replied, "Crystal Dawson went to the bar, so you shouldn’t be at her house."

Crystal Dawson truly is a remarkable person, living up to her bold words, as the bar is like her second home.

"Oh, fine, thank you for helping me out, you can leave now." I wrapped my robe tighter, maintaining a cold demeanor.

Henry was unfazed and sat down beside me, with a look that said "easy to invite, hard to dismiss."

I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and when Henry checked my foot, I was barely keeping myself covered, or else I would have been exposed.

With him sitting here, how am I supposed to change clothes?

"How much did my mom tell you about Winter Tate?" He surprisingly brought up the girl himself.

"Not much, just mentioned her relationship with you, and then told me she tried to drown herself in a river because you married me." I lowered my gaze, my tone indifferent.

Upon mentioning Winter Tate, I could clearly feel Henry’s aura grow more silent.

She was his taboo, and if he didn’t want a divorce, he wouldn’t have allowed his mother to tell me about her.

"Azure Vaughn looks a lot like her." Henry’s words left me at a loss.

What’s there to say about being a substitute for some sacred love as a placeholder?

The fault lies with me for not resembling Winter Tate enough; otherwise, five years would have been enough for Henry to fall for me.

"How did you meet her?" It took a while before I managed to ask a question.

"Introduced by a friend." Henry replied nonchalantly.

"How long were you acquainted before being together?" I asked again.

This time, Henry didn’t answer, though he brought up Winter Tate, it was obvious he didn’t want to delve into it further.

Understanding the cue, I fell silent. Anyway, I have an appointment with Ivan Underwood tonight; perhaps he can tell me more.

The ringing of Henry’s phone broke the silence between us. I glanced at his phone; it was a call from Azure Vaughn.

He answered the call without hesitation. I averted my eyes, feeling sorrowful; didn’t he realize he couldn’t be cruel to Azure at all?

"I’ll be right there!" Not sure what Azure said, but Henry’s expression changed immediately, and he got up to leave.

I didn’t call out to him, just quietly watched his silhouette fade, followed by the "bang" sound of the door closing.

Not sure how long I sat on the bed until Ivan Underwood called, only then did I realize it had gotten dark outside.

And it started to sleet, the pitter-patter of rain mixed with snow tapping against the window sill.

"Open the door; I’m at the entrance." Ivan’s voice was somewhat breathless, as if he arrived in a hurry.

"I can’t move, the password is Henry’s birthday, come in yourself." I licked my already dry lips and responded.

Then, the sound of the door opening came from the phone, accompanied by sounds from the living room.

I hung up and shouted, "Ivan Underwood, I’m here!"

Ivan soon appeared at the bedroom door, with rain droplets glistening on his black hair.

He brought with him a chill from the outside, looking even more aloof.

"What happened? Why can’t you move?" He strode into my bedroom and noticed I was only wearing a robe, which brought a trace of surprise to his face before he quickly averted his gaze.

I awkwardly tightened the robe around my chest and said, "I slipped again in the bathroom, now both my feet are swollen and I can’t move."

"Can you help me get a set of pajamas from the wardrobe?"

I’m genuinely incapacitated now.

Ivan nodded and fetched a set of loose, comfortable pajamas and a white bra for me.

I said doctors are always very meticulous!

"I’m not wearing any underwear either. Can you get that for me too?" I shamelessly added without embarrassment.

Ivan’s expression grew increasingly peculiar, laced with a hint of awkward embarrassment. He cleared his throat inexplicably and went to retrieve a pair of panties for me.

His fingers were quite beautiful, long and clean, hooking the edge of the panties with his index finger, handing them to me with deliberate caution.

"Thanks, you can leave now, I can take care of it myself." I accepted the panties and politely thanked him.

Ivan immediately left the room, closing the door. I first managed to get the top on, then with difficulty, adjusted the bottom.

"Ivan Underwood, could you carry me out?" I was ready to shamelessly persist, same as with Henry, and now with Ivan.

Since I’m leaving the country in a few days, I don’t mind losing face here.

The door opened again, and without a word, Ivan came to the bedside, reached out, squatted down, and crouched with his back to me. I climbed onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Such a good man, Azure Vaughn’s loss for not choosing him is real shame.

In the living room, I noticed fruits and some ingredients on the coffee table, appearing to be for making hot pot. I pointed at them, "Did you buy these?"

"I haven’t had dinner yet." Ivan picked up the ingredients, his expression natural, "Do you want to join and chat while we eat?"

As if it wasn’t obvious; you’re cooking at my place, so of course, I’m going to eat. It’s not like I’m renting out my kitchen.

I nodded, "Yes, let’s eat, but use less spice."

I watched Ivan busy himself in the kitchen. My apartment isn’t large, just a bedroom and a living room, along with a kitchen, bathroom, and a fairly large balcony; it’s close to University A which was originally for me to stay in.

Sitting in the living room, I could directly see Ivan bustling around in the kitchen. He had removed his jacket, revealing a gray sweatshirt underneath, which made him look quite youthful.

After a while, Ivan brought out a small electric pot with a simmered broth, with a faint layer of oil on top, its fragrance thick.

He gradually brought over more ingredients for the hot pot and sat across from me, "Let’s eat."

"Hey, where’s your daughter?" I asked curiously.

"Daughter?" Ivan paused slightly.

"Bonnie, aren’t you going back to feed her dinner?" I reminded him.

Ivan looked like he had a sudden realization and smiled, "My parents can take care of her, so don’t worry."

I nodded and then started eating the hot pot. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sleet slowly turned into fluttering snowflakes, accompanied by howling winds, making the hot pot feel very warming.

Halfway through eating, I felt completely warmed up and invigorated, "Alright, tell me about Winter Tate. Henry told me he met her through a friend’s introduction. Is that true?"

"Yes, it is." Ivan’s eyes seemed to be misted by the steam from the hot pot, appearing somewhat moist and foggy.

Up close, his eyelashes were very long too.

I just wanted to ask which friend was so good at introductions. After all, Henry isn’t someone who falls easily, and I had been chasing him for almost five years and still hadn’t won his heart.

Ivan, in a self-deprecating manner, laughed, "I was that friend."

The chopsticks in my hand clattered onto the table; my mind went blank, "You?"