Kate's words made Flora's face red. The man smiled gently at Kate, "You could Just call me uncle Brian."

"Ok, you are so handsome, uncle Brian! I want to eat ice cream. Can you treat me to ice cream?"

The man smiled, "My pleasure."

Flora looked at them with a red shy face and then turned her eyes to Ivy, "Excuse me? can Kate leave now?"

Hearing the voice, Ivy raised her eyes and her eyes flashed over the man on her side and smiled at Flora, "Yes."

While talking, she had helped Kate put away her instrument. When she was about to hand it to Kate, the man took that over from Ivy's hand.

His fingertips gently crossed Ivy's fingers. She pursed her lips, then took back her hand and said goodbye to Kate.

They three left soon.

The picture was very much like a family of three, incomparably harmonious.

Ivy stood in place for a while before returning to the piano room to pack up.

At night.

Ivy practiced for two more hours in the rehearsal room today. When she returned to the house, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. The whole house was quiet.

Ivy lightened her steps. When she was passing through the living room, a voice suddenly came, "Why are you back so late?"

She was startled. Her hands unconsciously grasped the strap of the instrument box and turned around.

The man was standing at the top of the stairs, squinting at her.

The induction lamp on the stairs lighted and the light reflected the tall figure of the man, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

"Because of the rehearsal."

Ivy answered softly.

"Well." He said, and walked up to her.

Ivy subconsciously wanted to step back, but his hand had stretched out and hugged her waist.

The next moment, his kiss had fallen on her cheek and his breath was burning.

Ivy was startled and subconsciously wanted to push him away, "Please don't do this here...."

"No." He said.

While talking, he had dropped her instrument box on the ground.

"Boom!", the sound of her box falling was particularly clear in the silent night.

Ivy's heart was about to jump out, and her eyes were wider. However, the man ignored and pressed his body against her and clamped her struggling hands.

"Master..."

She kept her voice low and half crying.

"Call me by my name." His breath was in her ear, his hand peeled off her clothes one by one, and he asked with a little impatient tut, "Why did you wear so many clothes?"

"Brian, let's go upstairs..." Ivy was really about to cry.

It was so close to the servants' restroom. And there were patrolling security guards outside. As long as one person saw them...

What Mrs Smith said yesterday was just a joke. If Mrs Smith knew that she had something to do with Brian, she would truly kill her!

Brian didn't take care of her words. When he found that Ivy still wanted to speak again, he bowed his head and kissed her lips, blocking her words back.

After her body softened, everything would go much easier.

After that, Ivy heard his deep voice, "Why did you go teaching in the training class?? Lack of money?"

Ivy pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Yes..."

"What do you want money for?" He squinted at her. "Why didn't you tell me you was lack of money?"

Ivy stopped talking.

After looking down at her for a while, Brian smiled, "You want to study abroad, didn't you?"

Ivy immediately opened her eyes. At the moment of matching Brian's eyes, her mind and body suddenly cooled down.

Ivy's first reaction was to try and push the man in front of her away, but as if he knew her intention, and he immediately clasped her shoulders and lowered his head to bite her directly.

Her body trembled slightly as she groaned in pain from his teeth piercing the skin!

"You want to leave, don't you?" His voice came to her ear.

Ivy struggled, but she simply gave up and closed her eyes tremblingly. "You are getting married, right?"

"With Flora."

"So what? Are you jealous?" He bowed his head and kissed her eyes. "It's just a business marriage. Nothing more."

"You have your own life, and I want mine."

After hesitating for a long time, Ivy still decide to said, "I want my mother to leave with me together, so we'd better not do this kind of thing from now on and......"

Before Ivy finished her words, he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The strength of the sudden fastening suddenly changed Ivy's face, she opened her eyes, "Master..."

"What did you just say? I didn't catch you. Say it again."

The man's face was still with a gentle smile, but his eyes were gloomy!

Ivy's face suddenly turned pale!

Everyone said that the young master of the Smith clan is a gentleman, and modest and easy-going, but only Ivy knew that he was a complete madman!

He is a violent, moody and irascible man.

After repeatedly adjusting her breathing, she murmured, "Master..."

"Call my name."

"Brian..."

Her voice choked and her wet eyes were covered with tears.

"Huh?"

"I'm wrong, sorry..."

"Good girl." He let go of her hand and put her in his arms. "Well, it's all right. You see, I'll always forgive you easily, but you'd better not make me angry, understood?"

Ivy closed her eyes and stoped talking.

When he released her from the hot hug, he kissed her eyes once again and gently helped her to pull up her clothes. Then he said, "Good night, you could go to sleep now."

　　……

When Ivy's band performed in Aurora city for the second time, Brian came to see her perform.

With Flora and Kate.

Brian got the chief VIP seats from the organizer, and Ivy saw them as soon as she got on stage.

Kate was super excited. "Miss Ivy!" she shouted with her little hands clapping warmly.

Before taking her seat, Ivy gave her a slight nod.

Having been promoted to Principal Cellist, her clothes were different from other cellists'. Her long white dress stood out against the aqua blue suit, and her long black hair was wavy. She was wearing a light makeup and looked elegant and feminine.

Brian looked at her but frowned a bit.

Flora said, "Miss Ivy is so pretty."

Flora put on a smile on her face, but her eyes were fixed on Brian.

Brian smiled back, and his eyes fell on the pianist opposite Ivy.

He knew that pianist, his name was Kevin Miller, who was the chief pianist of their band.

Kevin was also wearing a white suit today, which was commensurate with the color of Ivy's dresses. At this time, his eyes were falling on Ivy, and the corners of his mouth rose upward.

Ivy was also smiling at Kevin.

It made Brian's face sink instantly!

The performance ended smoothly.

Kate prepared a bouquets for Ivy, but the audience was not allowed to go on stage. Flora had to take her backstage.

Brian smiled and said, "I'm gonna smoke. You two can go get her."

Flora smiled and walked Kate backstage under the guidance of staff.

However, they did not see Ivy.

"Strange. I just saw her here. Maybe she went to the bathroom? I'm sorry. Please sit down first. I'll have someone look for her."

The orchestra's agent knew about Flora's identity. So he apologized with a smile.

"It doesn't matter. We'll wait for her."

Flora and Kate sat down on the sofa and waiting for Ivy.

Ivy was indeed in the bathroom, but she was not alone.

Her hand was grabbed by Brian, and it hurt very much when she moved. She had to relax and look at the man in front of her.

Even though his handsome face was expressionless, his eyes showed dissatisfaction. He lowered his head, and as he saw her delicate neck and exposed clavicle, his displeasure deepened.

"What's the matter with you?"

He didn't speak. So Ivy had to ask him first. Her voice sounded obedient.

He was still silent. He just lowered his head and slowly approached her neck. When he wanted to gave her a large love bite, Ivy suddenly said, "Don't leave a mark on my neck. I'll go to the celebration later."

Her voice was very soft, with some obedient flattery and supplication.

He smiled. His action still didn't stop, but it was changed to kiss.

When the slight tingling feeling came, Ivy's eyebrows immediately frowned and couldn't help humming.

Just in time, a voice suddenly came from outside the compartment, "Did you just see the man under the stage?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Brian Smith! The general manager of Smith Group!"

The voice of strange women made the man smile softly and let go of Ivy's hands.

"Oh, really? I wasn't even aware. Is he alone?"

- after leaving his love bite on Ivy's neck, the man straightened up with satisfaction.

"No, there's a young woman with him, Maybe his girlfriend. There's a little girl as well and she went backstage. I heard she is the niece of that young woman."

-- Women outside were still discussing, but the man in front of Ivy suddenly turned around. Ivy's expression changed suddenly as she saw him about to open the door and go out, and her hands grabbed him without even thinking!

Brian raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Ivy's brows furrowed tightly, and her slender fingers gripped his wrist.

"Oh, I thought he came for Ivy Hill."

-- Ivy didn't expect her name to show up this way. She was stunned.

"Ivy Hill? Does she have something to do with Brian?"

"I'm not sure, but I've heard the head say before that she seems to live in his house. Her mother is a servant of Smith or something."

"I see." The woman snorted coldly, "Seeing her arrogant appearance, I thought she was from a good family. Unexpectedly, she was a nanny's daughter."

-- her hands that pinched him trembled slightly.

"Most men like the type of her now. Kevin sent her flowers just before, and I heard they've been getting close recently."

"I knew it! It must be Kevin's help that she got promoted to Principal Cellist right after graduation."

"Their relationship is ambiguous. This kind of woman is arrogant on the surface but very coquettish on the inside..."

Women's voices gradually faded away, and the hands holding Brian were also released.

But Brian didn't hurry and left, just looking at her expressionless.

Ivy knew what he was angry about and quickly said, "they're talking nonsense. There's nothing between Kevin and me, really."

Brian narrowed his eyes.

Ivy knew that no matter how much she explained at this time, it was just futile. She stopped talking and looked at him sincerely.

After a while, he finally said, "Fine, I trust you."

She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't go to the celebration party in the evening. I'll take you to another place."

He turned and opened the door of the compartment. "I'll pick you up. Don't run around, understood?"

"But..."

Ivy wanted to say something else, but the man's eyes suddenly became sharp. She had to swallow her words, "Understood."