Female Novel
Chapter 541 This Man Belongs to Me
Right then, Ivan arrived in Montreal, Canada and checked into a super luxury hotel.
He owned half of the hotel shares. His suite was a plushy presidential suite.
Sitting on the golden velvet sofa, Ivan calculated the time difference and sent Jennifer a video call
invitation. The thought of her softened his expression into a smile.
It was eight o’clock in the evening in Arkpool City.
After dinner and a shower, Jennifer was half-lying against the bedhead while reading a book. When she
received Ivan’s call, a smile blossomed across her face.
‘It’s such good timing.’
Jennifer swiped to answer and chuckled, “I’m home tonight. Not working overtime.”
“Why didn’t you dry your hair?” Ivan asked seriously after noticing it. “You may get a cold.”
“I did. Only the tip is slightly wet.” She asked gently, “Did you just get off the flight?”
“Yep.” Ivan stared at her tenderly, thinking she was charming under the yellowish light.
Jennifer could see the blue sky and white clouds from the window behind him.
She added, “Please rest assured. I won’t work overtime. Usually, I’m already home by eight every
night. Trust me.”
“I’m not watching you,” Ivan explained with a smile, “I don’t want you to be exhausted.”
“I know, Ivan. I also don’t want you to overwork. You must take care of yourself.”
After exchanging a few words, they ended the conversation.
The presidential suite, the hotel.
Once Ivan put down his phone, there were knocks on the door. One of his subordinates entered.
Standing before him, the subordinate bowed and reported respectfully, “Mr. Marsh, according to ournovelbin
investigation, Emily has checked into Eyot Manor. It’s about ten minutes away by car.”
‘Eyot Manor?’
It was a famous manor with a fruit farm, just like a paradise in this city. Ivan also heard about it.
His subordinate added, “We’ve contacted her. She was willing to meet you.”
Ivan stood up and ordered, “Let’s set up now.”
“Yes, Mr. Marsh.’
They left the suite and took the elevator with the bodyguards outside the door.
In the black Maserati heading for Eyot Manor, the subordinate reported to Ivan in detail, including when
Emily had immigrated to Canada, why she didn’t stay in England, and if she got along with her father,
Mr. Johansen.
Ivan listened to him seriously while analyzing Emily’s character.
Eyot Manor.
Life in the fairy tale didn’t only happen in a castle but also on a fruit farm.
The manor was immense, with 108 types of fruit trees. There were several brooks within the estate.
Eyot Manor didn’t open to the public because it was Emily’s private house. Her father bought it for her
as her birthday gift 10 years ago.
Emily loved fruit trees.
She always dreamed of holding a glass of apple cider, being wrapped in a warm blanket, and watching
the stars in the sky while listening to all the sounds on her fruit farm.
It had come true.
Today was a sunny day. Emily put on a long dress. She had blond hair and fair, tender skin.
Dancing in the yard, she held Ivan’s photo with a bright smile, just like an overjoyed child.
“I met him once at a banquet when I was seven. He never grows old. I like him. He belongs to me.”
She had never thought her dream lover would come to her.
“Lady Emily,” her maid reminded her kindly, “Mr. Marsh is married.”
Emily stopped dancing, looking at her while smiling. “I know. But does it matter?”