Fierce Daddy: His Million-Dollar Sweetheart-Chapter 622: Knocking on the Door

Ivana Monroe didn’t know how to respond to Leon Keane, because the shameless man made her feel so embarrassed with his words.

Leon Keane walked up to Ivana Monroe, lifted her chin with his slender fingers, and said ambiguously, "Honey, you haven’t answered me yet! Is it because your husband’s body is so good that it makes you fantasize?"

"No."

His fingertips were slightly cool, and his gaze was like a wolf looking at a lamb. How could Ivana Monroe not know what Leon Keane wanted to do?

She slapped away Leon Keane’s fingers, "Don’t be like this, the baby is watching you, not acting like a father at all."

Leon Keane laughed, "The little one is still in your belly and can’t see anything. Even if they could feel our intimacy, the little one would be happy because their daddy and mommy are so loving. They chose to be born into a warm and loving family."

"You’re just being glib."

Ivana Monroe stood up, speaking tiredly, "Honey, I’m very tired today, can it wait until next time?"

So much had happened at the mall, then she took the two kids and Serena Norton to the hospital, busy all day, and she was still pregnant. How could she not be tired?

Leon Keane wrapped his arm around Ivana Monroe’s waist, looking at her with pained eyes: "I was just joking with you. Do you really think your husband is the kind of person who would indulge himself to the extent of burdening you for his own desires?"

Isn’t he?

Ivana Monroe blinked.

Leon Keane noticed her little expression, frustrated but helpless with her. "Let’s go to bed!"

At the Yates family’s villa.

Ivy Linden irritably covered her ears with a soft pillow, but the sound of the woman next door continued to reach her ears.

The screaming was so loud; only noise-canceling earbuds might have helped.

Ivy Linden buried her head under the blanket, still unable to sleep. She tossed and turned, feeling like getting up and kicking the door next door: after an hour and a half of this, even if Howard Yeats took Viagra, did they have to be so loud? Could they have a little public decency and keep it down so she could sleep?

The actions of Howard Yeats and Chantel last night had made Ivy uncomfortable, and today that discomfort had turned into rage. No one could endure the endless loud noises from this inconsiderate couple every night.

It was enough to drive anyone crazy.

Ivy Linden put up with it for another half hour. Chantel’s voice was hoarse, yet she kept shouting.

She threw off the covers, slipping on her slippers in exasperation, and went to Howard Yeats’ door, knocking forcefully and saying angrily, "Aren’t you done yet?"

The noise inside stopped abruptly.

But soon, Chantel’s coquettish, sweet voice came through: "Mr. Yeats, you’re amazing! Don’t stop! There’s a mad dog outside; let’s not bother with her!"

Ivy Linden got goosebumps the moment she heard that.

Chantel soon started up again, seemingly on purpose for Ivy Linden to hear.

Ivy Linden banged on the door and shouted, "You two will die in bed sooner or later!"

A whole night of it, it must have involved drugs.

Drugs are harmful to men, and women can’t endure it either.

Ivy really couldn’t understand Howard Yeats’ thinking; was he damaging his own body just for her to hear this?

Ivy Linden didn’t care what Howard Yeats thought; it was his body he was exhausting, not hers. So, let Howard Yeats waste himself every night.

Grumpily, Ivy Linden returned to her room, suddenly realizing Chantel’s noise had stopped.

She found it strange; was Howard Yeats so startled by her knocking that he couldn’t continue?

Haha...that’s great.

Ivy Linden, extremely tired, yawned and lay down, falling asleep almost instantly.

The next morning.

Ivy Linden was called down to breakfast by Nicole. With Nicole around, the nanny didn’t dare to stop Ivy Linden and make her wait for Howard Yeats and Chantel.

Because Mr. Yeats had instructed that Nicole could do whatever she wanted.

Nobody could stop her.

Mr. Yeats hadn’t directly said that Nicole could go to Ivy Linden’s room or allow Ivy Linden to eat first, but giving Nicole special privileges was essentially the same as giving them to Ivy Linden, wasn’t it?

After all, Nicole was Ivy Linden’s biological daughter.

Hearing footsteps. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Ivy Linden turned her head to see Howard Yeats and Chantel arriving. She was startled by Chantel’s dark circles and hateful expression.

Emma~

If it weren’t for her modern clothes, Chantel looked like she could be a ghost from the Qing Dynasty!

Ivy Linden couldn’t help but laugh; this was the result of excessive "labor" last night.

A bit gloatingly, Ivy Linden glanced at Howard Yeats, hoping to see a Qing Dynasty male ghost, but when she saw Howard Yeats’ handsome face, she was disappointed. His condition was much better than Chantel’s.

Howard Yeats was as usual, energetic, eyes bright.

Ivy Linden was very surprised, wondering how Howard Yeats could be in such good shape. It didn’t make sense unless he was some kind of monster feeding off women’s energy?

Howard Yeats met Ivy Linden’s gaze, different from his look yesterday morning.

However, Howard Yeats still wasn’t very pleasant towards her, "Don’t knock on my door in the middle of the night again."

Ivy Linden tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Who wanted to knock on your door? If it wasn’t..."

She stopped speaking halfway, seeing Nicole’s curious expression; she couldn’t continue.

Howard Yeats sneered, "If it wasn’t what? Continue talking!"

Nicole nodded eagerly, "Mommy, go on!"

Ivy Linden cursed Howard Yeats in her heart; he was doing it on purpose, knowing she couldn’t say anything in front of Nicole, and he just wanted to see her flustered.

Ivy Linden picked up a lotus root cake for Nicole and said, "Last night there were two mice fighting in your Uncle Yeats’ room. I was afraid your Uncle Yeats would get bitten while sleeping, so I kindly went to warn him."

Howard Yeats rolled his eyes, what a story.

Chantel was furious, "Ivy Linden, you’re lying, deceiving a child, don’t you..." have any shame?

The last word was left unsaid, intimidated by Howard Yeats’ chilling gaze.

"Mr. Yeats...I didn’t mean...that."

Chantel was so scared of Howard Yeats that her legs were trembling.

Howard Yeats said coldly, "Perhaps you’re deaf and can’t hear all the noise at night. In that case, you should sleep downstairs!"

Chantel paled, "Mr. Yeats, please no! I was too tired last night; I slept deeply and didn’t hear anything. I swear I won’t sleep that deeply again; I’ll help you get rid of the mice."

Saying "mice," Chantel was seething, Ivy Linden had insulted her by calling her a mouse, and she had to insult herself as well, effectively slapping her own face.

Ivy Linden, just you wait.

"Get out, don’t make me say it a third time." Howard Yeats mercilessly brushed Chantel’s hand away.

Howard Yeats left without eating breakfast.

Chantel glared at Ivy Linden, clenching her fingers tightly.

An hour later.

Chantel received a call and left, quickly stuffing something into her bag, plotting how to get Ivy Linden to take it.

She had already had someone put the drug into the pregnancy-preserving capsules; now she needed to find someone close to Ivy Linden to deliver the medicine and persuade her to take it.