Shadows of Threats
Ivy was on her way out from the office, ready to head to her night shift at the café, when she heard a familiar, unsettling voice behind her.
"Ivy, you ever think about how dangerous it can be out there?" Scott's voice was low and menacing. "A person with a limp, someone who's already weakened... they could easily slip and fall on a wet sidewalk. And I've heard that bone cancer makes the bones so fragile. One wrong move and..."
Ivy froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She immediately thought of Ethan and why Scott would mention this.
She resumed her walk, trying to ignore him. "Leave me alone, Scott," she said, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes and began to fall down her cheeks as she continued to walk, her mind racing with fear and confusion. How did Scott know about her relationship with Ethan? And would he actually act on his threats?
Ivy stopped abruptly and turned to face Scott, her eyes blazing with a mixture of fear and anger. "What do you want from me to leave me alone, Scott? You have such a talent in showing your love to those you call family," she said, her voice curt and filled with hurt.
Scott's face twisted into a sneer. "What do I want? I want what's owed to me, Ivy. I want my life back. Your mother ruined my life. And if you don't help me, I might just have to make sure your precious rich boyfriend of yours pays for it."
"Mr. Caldwell is not my boyfriend," Ivy snapped. "He's, my boss. And you have no right to demand anything from me or my mother."
Scott took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "Think carefully, Ivy. You know what I'm capable of. Don't push me."
Ivy felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, but she refused to let Scott see her fear. "Leave me alone, Scott. This is your last warning."
Without waiting for his response, Ivy turned and walked away, her steps quickening as she put as much distance between herself and Scott as possible. She couldn't let him intimidate her, but the fear gnawed at her, the worry about Ethan's safety consuming her thoughts.
Even though Ivy went to work with unease, she remained professional, suppressing her own thoughts throughout the shift. The lingering fear from Scott's threats gnawed at the back of her mind, but she forced herself to focus on her tasks, greeting customers with a warm smile and efficiently managing orders. The café's bustling environment provided a temporary distraction, but every now and then, a flicker of worry crossed her face.
It was almost 20 minutes before closing time when the doorbell chimed softly, signaling the entrance of a customer. Ivy looked up from the counter and saw Rob rolling Ethan in his wheelchair into the café. Her heart skipped a beat, both with concern and relief at seeing him.
Ethan's presence was unexpected, and she quickly masked her surprise with a professional demeanor. "Peppermint tea, no sugar, please, Ivy," Ethan said, his tone direct yet accompanied by a polite smile.
Ivy nodded, her mind racing with questions about why he had come out in the cold. She took his card, her hands steady despite the turmoil inside her, and rang it through the machine. "I'll bring it to your table, Mr. Caldwell," she said, maintaining her composure.
As Rob wheeled Ethan to an empty seat near the counter, facing outside, Ivy couldn't help but notice how pale and tired Ethan looked, despite the smile he had given her. "Let me know when you are done, Mr. Caldwell," Rob said briefly before heading outside to park the car.
Ivy busied herself with preparing Ethan's tea, her movements precise and efficient. She placed the cup on a tray, taking a moment to steady herself before walking over to his table. "You have peppermint tea at home, Ethan. You don't need to come here in the cold. You need to rest and not risk another pneumonia," she said softly, her concern evident.
Ethan met her gaze, his expression determined yet gentle. "I just need a breath of fresh air, Ivy. What time do you get off work? I'll wait here," he replied. He quickly took out his laptop and buried himself in his work, signaling the end of the conversation.
Ivy continued with her shift, but her eyes frequently darted to Ethan's table. She couldn't help but worry about his health and the risks he was taking by being out in the cold. She asked her colleague, who was also a friend from her dorm, if she could finish up 10 minutes early so she could go home with Ethan. Her colleague agreed and gave her a quick wink, understanding the situation.
As the clock neared closing time, Ivy's anxiety grew. She wanted to ensure Ethan was comfortable and not in pain. Finally, the moment came when she could clock out. She approached Ethan, who was still engrossed in his work.
"Ethan, I'm done. Let's go home. Should I call a cab?" Ivy asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"No need. I have Rob with me," Ethan replied, quickly texting Rob to come get him.
"Ethan, is your leg okay?" Ivy asked, referring to him being in a wheelchair.
Ethan quickly brushed it off, his voice light and dismissive, "It's nothing, just too lazy to walk on the snowy sidewalk."
Ivy nodded, both in approval and disbelief. She knew Ethan well enough to recognize his attempts to downplay his discomfort. The subtle lines of pain etched around his eyes and the tension in his shoulders told her a different story. Ethan was always good at hiding his pain, maintaining a façade of strength no matter how much he was hurting inside.
When Rob arrived, he swiftly moved to wheel Ethan to the car. Ivy instinctively stepped forward to help, her concern overriding her awareness of Ethan's pride. "Let me help you, Ethan," she said softly.
But Ethan, determined to maintain his independence, brushed her off gently but firmly. "Ivy, I'm fully capable of getting in the car myself."
She stepped back, a mix of frustration and admiration swirling within her. Ethan's stubbornness was both a strength and a vulnerability, and she respected his need to prove his capability despite his condition. As he maneuvered himself into the car with practiced ease, she couldn't help but feel a pang of worry.
Rob secured Ethan's wheelchair in the trunk and climbed into the driver's seat. Ivy settled next to Ethan, glancing at him with concern. He met her gaze and gave her a reassuring smile, but she could see the exhaustion lurking beneath his determined exterior.
As they drove through the snowy streets, Ivy's mind was still racing with the events of the day and Scott's threats.
Defining Boundaries
They finally arrived at the penthouse. To Ivy's surprise, Ethan quickly limped out of the car, turned around, and opened the door for her. "No, I don't need the chair, Rob. I can walk from here."
Rob didn't argue. "Okay, Mr. Caldwell. Good night, see you tomorrow."
Ivy held onto Ethan to steady him, placing herself as a crutch for him. They walked slowly to the elevator. The doorman held the elevator door open, nodding good night to them. "Good night, Mr. Caldwell."
Ivy led Ethan to the bedroom, helping him to sit down on the edge of the bed. She quickly retrieved his crutches from the living room and brought them back to him. "I'll wash up, Ethan. Let me know if you need anything." Ethan nodded, appreciating her presence but saying nothing.
Ivy washed up and changed into a T-shirt and shorts. When she returned to Ethan's room, she noticed the flickering light from his bathroom. "Ethan? Let me know if you need anything."
"I'm fine," he said curtly.
Ivy went back to the kitchen and poured herself some tea. Her mind debated whether she should tell Ethan about her encounter with Scott or handle it herself. Anxiety gnawed at her, the memory of Ethan falling in front of the building flashing back and sending a shiver down her spine.
As she was lost in thought, Ethan walked out of his bedroom, limping without his crutches. Ivy quickly came to him and held him. "I should glue the crutches to your hands, Ethan," she complained.
"Why? So I can look like a transformer?" Ethan teased, his mood lightening.
They sat down on the living room sofa. The warmth of the room contrasted with the cold outside, creating a cocoon of comfort. Ivy took a deep breath, summoning her courage.
"Ethan, are we in a relationship?" she asked suddenly, her voice steady but her heart racing.
Ethan was taken aback by Ivy's direct question. He looked at her, his eyes dimming with a mix of emotions. "Ivy, I am much older than you. My health is not at its best. I can't even take you to concerts or hang out like a normal couple. I've had chemotherapies—God knows if I can still have children. The list goes on, Ivy. It would be selfish of me to expect you to be in a relationship with me. I love you too much to let you waste your youth on me."
Ivy's eyes softened, but her resolve was firm. "Ethan, shouldn't it be my decision to decide what I want for my life?"
Ethan sighed deeply, struggling with his own emotions. "Ivy, you deserve so much more. Someone who can offer you a normal life, not this constant worry and instability."
"What if I don't want someone else," Ivy said quietly. "What if I want you, Ethan. With all the challenges, with everything that comes with you. What if that's my choice."
Ethan's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Ivy, I want to protect you from all the pain and heartache that comes with being with me."
"I am not that fragile, Ethan. If you love me, ask me in, please. I love you."
"I love you too, Ivy."
The room fell silent after that. Ivy decided that Ethan needed the rest and helped him to his bedroom. "Ivy, stay with me?" Ethan's voice was soft, almost pleading.
Ivy hugged Ethan, bringing her face closer to his, savoring his warmth and giving him a gentle kiss. She then parted and told Ethan, "I need to be alone tonight, trying to process everything." In reality, her mind was occupied with Scott's threat, and she was afraid that her love for Ethan might even bring him danger.
She retreated to her room, tears in her eyes. Ethan watched her leave, a pang of disappointment showing on his face. He laid himself in bed, lost in thought.
Chapter: New Resolve
The following day dawned cold and gray, matching the heavy atmosphere that lingered in the penthouse. Ivy awoke early, her mind still troubled by the previous night's events. She knew she had to tell Ethan about Scott's threats, but she also felt a strong urge to protect him from additional stress.
Ethan was already up, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, a rare sight considering his usual preference for peppermint tea. His crutches leaned against the table, a silent testament to his ongoing struggle.
"Good morning," Ivy greeted, trying to sound cheerful despite the worry gnawing at her.
"Morning, Ivy," Ethan replied, his eyes lifting from the document he was reading. He studied her for a moment, noticing the dark circles under her eyes. "You didn't sleep well."
Ivy sat down across from him, wrapping her hands around the warm mug. "Ethan, there's something I need to tell you. Yesterday, Scott confronted me again."
Ethan's expression darkened. "What did he say?"
Ivy took a deep breath, steadying herself. "He made some veiled threats about you. Mentioned your condition, implied he might do something to hurt you."
Ethan's jaw tightened. "I didn't want to worry you, but I can't keep this from you," Ivy said, her voice trembling. "I don't know what to do."
Ethan reached across the table, taking her hand in his. He looked deeply into her eyes, his gaze steady and reassuring. "I'll take care of it, Ivy. Don't worry."
"But Ethan—" Ivy began, but he gently squeezed her hand, cutting her off.
"I know you're scared," Ethan said softly, his voice filled with resolve. "But I've got this. Trust me. I have to get going now; see you later at the office."
Before she could protest further, he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. The kiss was brief but filled with unspoken promises and reassurances. As he pulled away, he gave her a small, reassuring smile and then stood up, grabbing his crutches.
Ivy watched him, her heart heavy with worry. "Ethan, please be careful," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan paused at the door, turning back to give her one last look. "I will, Ivy. I promise."
With that, he left, leaving Ivy sitting at the kitchen table, her mind swirling with confusion and concern. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach, unsure of what Ethan planned to do. The abrupt end to their conversation left her feeling unsettled, as if she had missed a crucial part of the plan.
As the door closed behind Ethan, Ivy couldn't shake the fear that he might be taking matters into his own hands, potentially putting himself in danger. She knew how determined and stubborn he could be, especially when it came to protecting her. But the thought of him facing Scott alone, with his health in such a fragile state, filled her with dread.
She stood up, pacing the kitchen, trying to think of what to do next. Should she follow him? Call Jason? The uncertainty gnawed at her, making it hard to focus. Ivy took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She needed to trust Ethan, even though every instinct screamed at her to take action.
As she prepared to head to the office, she couldn't help but worry about what Ethan was planning. The image of Scott's sneering face and his veiled threats haunted her, mingling with fear for Ethan's safety. She hoped that whatever Ethan intended to do, he would be careful and not let his protective instincts lead him into danger.
Ivy arrived at the office, her mind still preoccupied with Ethan and Scott. She forced herself to focus on her work, but the anxiety lingered, making it hard to concentrate. Throughout the morning, she kept glancing at the clock, counting down the minutes until she could see Ethan and find out what he had done.
The day stretched on, each moment feeling like an eternity. Ivy couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom, her thoughts constantly drifting back to Ethan. She prayed that he would be safe
Meanwhile, at the office, Ethan arrived with a sense of urgency. He called Cheryl into his office the minute he stepped in. "Cheryl, cancel my 10am. Put Jason in," he ordered.
Cheryl nodded, knowing when she should not ask questions. She quickly made the necessary changes to Ethan's schedule and notified Jason.
When Jason arrived at the office, he found Ethan already seated, his expression grim. "What's going on, Ethan?" Jason asked, sensing the seriousness of the situation.
Ethan wasted no time, diving straight into the issue at hand. "It's about Scott," he began, his voice tense. "He confronted Ivy again yesterday."
Jason's brow furrowed in concern. "What did he do?"
Ethan's jaw tightened, his eyes reflecting both anger and worry. "He made threats about me. Veiled threats, but clear enough. He mentioned my condition, implying he might do something to hurt me. Ivy was terrified."
Jason leaned forward, his expression darkening. "Scott is a loose cannon. His behavior is erratic and unpredictable. He seems to hold grudges against Ivy or her mother for whatever reason."
Ethan nodded, the tension in his shoulders evident. "I thought about paying him off, giving him money to disappear from Ivy's life."
Jason shook his head firmly. "That would make you an ATM machine. He'll return and threaten whenever he needs money. We need a different approach."
Ethan sighed, knowing Jason was right. "What do you suggest?"
Jason paused, thinking carefully. "Give me a couple of days to come up with a counter plan. In the meantime, it's crucial that you don't engage with Scott directly. He's volatile and could react unpredictably."
Ethan leaned back in his chair, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "I don't want to involve Mark just yet. I'll tell him when I know more about the threat."
Jason frowned. "Ethan, this is serious. Even if you think it's an empty threat, we need to take it seriously. I'm placing one of my team members around you whenever you're out of the office."
Ethan wanted to argue but knew he had no choice. "Fine, but I don't like it."
Jason nodded, understanding but resolute. "It's for your safety, Ethan. We can't take any chances."
As Jason left the office, Ethan sat back, the gravity of the situation settling over him. He knew Jason was right; Scott's threats had to be taken seriously. The thought of Ivy being in danger because of him was unbearable.
Returning to his work, Ethan tried to focus, but his mind kept drifting back to Ivy and Scott. He buried himself in paperwork, including the draft agreement for Thomas Bennett's divorce, trying to regain a sense of normalcy.
Time slipped by unnoticed until he saw it was past lunchtime. He looked at his phone and saw four texts and a few missed calls from Ivy and Cheryl, reminding him to take his meds. He groaned inwardly, not in the mood to deal with the side effects of the antibiotics, but he knew he had to continue the regimen or risk starting over.
He walked to grab some water, stretched his leg, and stood looking out at the beautiful cityscape through the floor-to-ceiling window. The city's bustling life below contrasted sharply with his own tangled emotions.
As he stood there, his thoughts drifted to Ivy. Their relationship was becoming more complex, and the threats from Scott only added to the turmoil. He couldn't shake the worry for her safety and his own vulnerability. The conversation from the previous night replayed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of protectiveness towards her.
Despite his determination to shield her from harm, he knew he couldn't do it alone. Jason's involvement was necessary, and he had to trust that his friend would find a way to neutralize the threat without escalating the situation.
Ethan sighed deeply, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. He took his medication, knowing it was a small but necessary step to keep himself healthy. As he swallowed the pills, he resolved to find a balance between protecting Ivy and managing his own health.
Returning to his desk, Ethan tried to focus on his work, but the constant undercurrent of anxiety made it difficult. He picked up his phone and texted Ivy, "I took my meds. Thank you for the reminder. See you at home later."
He set the phone aside and forced himself to concentrate on the tasks at hand. Each completed document and email felt like a small victory, but the looming shadow of Scott's threats hung over him, a constant reminder of the precariousness of their situation.
As the afternoon wore on, Ethan's thoughts kept drifting back to Ivy. He knew they needed to have a serious conversation about their future, about how to navigate the challenges ahead together. But for now, he had to focus on the immediate threat and trust that Jason would come through with a solution.
It was almost 7 pm when Ethan packed up his things and prepared to leave the office. The day's work had been a welcome distraction, but the reality of the situation with Scott loomed large in his mind. He texted Rob to come and pick him up, feeling a sense of unease at the thought of needing protection.
Ethan glanced around his office, making sure everything was in order before he left. The documents for Thomas Bennett's divorce were neatly stacked on his desk, ready for review the next day. He sighed, feeling the weight of the day's stress on his shoulders.
As he made his way to the elevator, he remembered that Jason had placed someone to watch over his movements. The thought made him uncomfortable. A grown man like him needing protection felt like an admission of weakness, and Ethan had always prided himself on his independence and strength.
In the lobby, Ethan noticed the discreet figure of one of Jason's team members. The man was unobtrusive, blending in with the evening crowd, but his presence was a constant reminder of the threats they were facing.
Rob pulled up to the front of the building just as Ethan stepped outside. The cold evening air bit at his skin, and he pulled his coat tighter around himself. As Rob got out to help him into the car, Ethan waved him off.
"I can manage, Rob," he said, his tone firmer than usual. He didn't want to be coddled, even though his leg was protesting every movement.
Rob nodded, understanding his boss's pride. "Of course, Mr. Caldwell."
Ethan eased himself into the car, his muscles complaining with each motion. As they drove through the city, Ethan's mind wandered to Ivy. He wondered how her day had been and if she was still as worried as she had been that morning.
He arrived home, feeling unease knowing that Ivy was still out working until late at night. He wanted to tell her that she didn't need the extra work; he could easily cover her expenses. But he knew Ivy, and he knew she wouldn't accept that. He needed to find a way to convince her to quit the extra work without making her feel dependent or less capable.
Ethan knew the only way Ivy might consider quitting her extra work was if he asked her to take care of him. But that felt like an insult to his dignity. Weighing between his pride and Ivy's safety, he swallowed his pride and decided he would ask her. He would frame it as needing her help around the house and offer to pay her for the work she did. He could only hope that Ivy would not take offense at his offer.
He paced the living room, rehearsing how he might bring up the subject. Every possible approach felt awkward, and he worried about hurting her feelings. The clock ticked by, each second amplifying his anxiety.
When Ivy finally returned, her cheeks rosy from the cold and her eyes tired but alert, Ethan greeted her with a warm smile. "How was your day?" he asked, taking her coat and hanging it up.
"Long, but okay," Ivy replied, smiling back. "How about you? You should be in bed resting, Ethan."
"Ivy… We need to talk."
Ivy looked at him, her expression shifting to concern. "What's on your mind?"
Ethan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I need your help. You know Jack can't come every day anymore as he is now back to his hospital duties at night. Yet, you know... I umm... sometimes, I have issues with my leg pain at night and I might need help."
Ivy's eyes widened in alarm. "OMG, Ethan, are you in pain now? Let me get your wheelchair and get you to bed now," she reacted worriedly, already moving towards the hallway.
"No, not now, Ivy. I am fine. I am tired, but I am fine. I mean... sometimes, when I overexert myself at the office or when the weather is really cold, my pain can be unbearable."
Ivy stopped in her tracks, turning back to face Ethan. Her heart broke at the thought of him suffering in silence. She returned to him, her eyes filled with compassion. "Ethan, why didn't you tell me earlier? I had no idea it was that bad."
Ethan squeezed her hand, "Would it be okay for you to come work for me at night after the office? Help me around the house? Maybe prepare us dinner if you feel like it? I will compensate you so you don't have to work at the café anymore..."
Ivy looked at him with a curious look. "Ethan, are you trying to give me charity? I don't need you to pay me to help you out. I help because I love you," she sounded hurt.
"Ivy... please, I don't mean to offend you. I really do need your help. I need help more than I am willing to admit, but yes, I also admit, I do want to take care of you too, Ivy," he pleaded, his voice sincere and full of emotion.
Ivy paused, her eyes searching Ethan's for any hint of insincerity. Seeing none, she sighed deeply. "Ethan, you know I would do anything to help you. But I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of your kindness."
"You're not taking advantage of me," Ethan said, his voice gentle but firm. "This is something that would genuinely help me. Of course, you have your own free time, you can go out anytime you wish, Ivy."
Ivy's resolve softened. "Ethan... I don't know what to say. I love you." Her eyes started to swell up.
Ethan's face lit up with relief and gratitude. "Ivy, you don't know how much it would mean to me for you to help me out."
Ethan hugged Ivy, she did not resist, instead he felt Ivy's resting comfortably in his embrace. The warmth and comfort of their connection enveloped them both, a silent understanding passing between them.
Ethan pulled Ivy into his arms, his embrace both firm and tender. He could feel the tension in her body slowly dissipating as she melted into his hold. Her head rested gently against his chest, and he could hear the soft, steady rhythm of her breathing. She did not resist; instead, she seemed to draw comfort and strength from his proximity, allowing herself to fully relax for the first time that evening.
After a while, they reluctantly let go of each other. Ivy led Ethan to his bedroom, her concern for him evident in every step. Ethan sat down on his bed, watching her fussing about. She gathered his medicine and a glass of water, fetched a heat pad for his leg, and set out a pair of his slippers. Her care and attention to detail warmed his heart.
"Ethan, I can't just quit," Ivy said, looking up from her tasks. "I need to give my work a two weeks' notice. I don't want to burn my bridges with my employer."
Ethan admired her even more in that moment. Her sense of work ethic and care for others were characteristics that melted his heart. "But I can ask for leave if you really need me."
"Don't worry, Ivy, I'll manage," Ethan reassured her, his voice gentle. "I understand your commitment, but please see if you can leave your job earlier than two weeks, okay?"
"Okay, Ethan, I will try." She paused, looking at him earnestly. "And, uh, Ethan, can you not treat me differently at the office? I want to build my career on my own merit. I don't need special treatment. I will feel awkward with my colleagues if you do."
Ethan looked at her with admiration. "Ivy, you can't deny the fact that you are dating their boss. I'm sure they will look at you differently."
"So we are dating are we, now," Ivy winks, teasing Ethan while caressing his face. Her face quickly turned serious, "But Ethan, I want to be treated like everyone else. I want to earn their respect through my work, not because of our relationship."
Ethan nodded, understanding the depth of her sincerity. "Ivy, I respect your wishes. I will do my best to treat you like any other employee at the office. But I can't change how people will see you. You have to be prepared for that."
Ivy smiled, appreciating his honesty. "Thank you, Ethan. That's all I ask."
As she finished setting up everything for him, she sat down beside him, her hand resting on his. "I'll talk to my manager tomorrow and see if I can start my leave earlier."
"Thank you, Ivy," Ethan said softly. As they settled in for the night, he whispered, "Ivy, please be patient with me. I am not the easiest to care for."
Ivy looked at him with warmth and resolve. "Mr. Caldwell, I wouldn't have it any other way."
New Roles and Old Faces
The following morning, Jack arrived for Ethan's routine therapy session. Ivy decided it was the perfect time to inform Jack about her new role in Ethan's life.
"Jack, I wanted to let you know that I'll be living in with Ethan soon and helping him around the house at night," Ivy said, her voice steady but filled with determination. "Is there anything I can do to help alleviate his pain if it happens?"
Jack smiled warmly, appreciating her dedication. "Absolutely, Ivy. There are a few things you can do. Let me show you some techniques to reposition Ethan's leg or body, and a few exercises that might help him at night."
They moved to the kitchen counter, where Jack demonstrated the best ways to support Ethan, showing Ivy how to gently adjust his position to relieve pressure and ease discomfort. He also gave her some simple exercises to help maintain Ethan's muscle strength and flexibility.
As they chatted, sharing tips and stories, Ethan finally emerged from his bedroom in sweats and a T-shirt, a reluctant look on his face. He knew it was time for his therapy session. Ivy greeted him with a kiss before heading to her bedroom to get ready for work.
Jack raised an eyebrow in surprise, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Shut up, Jack. Just focus on torturing me," Ethan grumbled, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Jack chuckled, genuinely happy for his long-term client that he called a friend. For the first time since Jen, Jack saw Ethan looking content and at peace.
At the office, Ivy went straight to her cubicle and began her tasks. She still felt a bit anxious about the gossip that had erupted after they saw her and Ethan holding hands at lunch, but to her surprise, the office was peaceful. Everyone seemed focused on their own work.
That afternoon, Ethan had to go to the courthouse for Thomas Bennett's case. Ivy always enjoyed watching Ethan's litigation skills and asked Henry if she could assist them at court. Henry, seeing her eagerness and potential, agreed.
When it was time to head to court, Ivy decided to go by herself, not wanting to draw attention by arriving with Ethan and Henry. She was determined to blend in with the other staff, despite her relationship with Ethan. She brought her notes, intent on learning from Ethan's lawyering skills for her future.
Ethan and Henry arrived at the courthouse, Ethan's usual stride confident and commanding. Despite the click-clack sound of his crutches, his charisma filled the room as he entered. Ivy followed shortly after, quietly taking her place among the other observers.
In the courtroom, Ethan spotted his opponent: a tall, blonde woman with short hair, dressed impeccably in expensive clothes and Jimmy Choo shoes. He approached her with a mixture of familiarity and professionalism.
"Long time no see, Jen," Ethan said, his voice calm and steady.
"Likewise, Ethan. How's life treating you?" Jen replied, her tone cool and poised.
Ethan met her gaze evenly, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Life has its ups and downs, Jen."
Jen's eyes flicked to Ivy, who was taking notes diligently. "I see you've got yourself a new assistant. Quite dedicated, isn't she?"
Ethan followed her gaze and smiled, without a blink responded, "You haven't changed a bit, Jen. Throwing punches where they don't belong."
Jen arched an eyebrow, her smile tight. "Just making an observation. Seems like you're still as protective as ever."
"Some things never change," Ethan replied smoothly. "Now, let's focus on the case at hand, shall we?"
Jen smirked, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Of course, Ethan. Let's see if you've still got what it takes."
Ivy's curiosity perked up as she watched the banter from her seat. She could sense the tension and the history between them, and it only fueled her determination to observe as much as she could.
The court session began as the judge entered the room. Thomas and his soon-to-be ex-wife, Miranda, did not show up at the first session, being represented only by their lawyers. Ethan quickly took his position, his demeanor shifting to one of focused intensity.
The session went rather quickly. Ethan presented their case efficiently and with strength, his arguments clear and compelling. Jen was a formidable opponent, but Ethan's experience and confidence shone through.
Ivy watched in awe as Ethan skillfully navigated the complexities of the case. His arguments were clear and compelling, his demeanor composed and authoritative. Jen was relentless, but Ethan's ability to counter her points was impressive.
As the session progressed, Ivy couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Ethan's ability to remain calm and collected, even when facing someone from his past. She took detailed notes, absorbing as much as she could from the interaction.
After the session, Ethan and Henry walked out of the courtroom together, Ivy trailing behind them. Ethan paused and turned to Ivy. "I'm going back to the office. Are you joining me?" he asked.
"You and Henry go ahead, please. I'll walk back there. I could use some fresh air," Ivy replied politely.
Ethan nodded. "See you at the office."
As they headed back to the office, Ethan couldn't help but think about the unexpected encounter with Jen. It stirred old memories and emotions, but he knew that his focus needed to remain on the present and the future he was building with Ivy.
The walk back to the office allowed Ivy to clear her mind. The crisp air helped her process everything she had witnessed in the courtroom. Watching Ethan in action had been inspiring, but the tension with Jen lingered in her thoughts. She knew there was more history there than Ethan had shared.
When Ivy finally arrived at the office, she found Ethan already deep in discussion with Henry. She slipped quietly into her cubicle, diving into her work. Despite the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, she was determined to maintain her professionalism.
Ethan, though absorbed in work, couldn't shake the lingering impact of seeing Jen. It had been years since their engagement had ended, but the unresolved emotions and memories still had a way of resurfacing.
New Beginnings
That night, after Ivy's shift, she found Ethan at the dining table, focused on his laptop. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and he seemed deeply engrossed in his work.
"Hi, Ethan. I spoke with my manager today. Good news," Ivy began, her voice soft but cheerful. "Somebody just applied for a position at the café and she begins the day after tomorrow. So, tomorrow is my last day of work there."
Ethan looked up, his hand discreetly massaging his right leg. "That's good to hear, Ivy," he said, though his eyes betrayed his exhaustion.
Ivy noticed the tension in his expression but decided not to bring it up directly. "Did you have dinner yet, Ethan?" she asked, walking towards his study to pick up his crutches and bring them back to him.
"Not hungry," Ethan responded shortly.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her concern evident.
"Yeah, just distracted with this case, Ivy. It's not a big deal," he replied, trying to dismiss her worries.
In truth, Ethan was distracted because Jason had given him troubling news about Scott. Jason had discovered that Scott was in debt with a dangerous loan shark. Jason was worried that Scott might resort to desperate measures, potentially involving the loan shark in attempts to get money from Ivy or Ethan. This news weighed heavily on Ethan's mind as he tried to find the best way to handle the situation without alarming Ivy.
"Let me get you some toast and milk so you can take your night medicine, Ethan. Remember, you are paying me to do this, so you have to allow me to do a good job," Ivy teased, trying to lighten the mood.
Ethan melted a bit, looking at Ivy with a hint of a smile. "Sorry, Ivy, just tired I guess."
"I know, Ethan. Have some toast. I'll get your meds ready by your bed when you are ready," Ivy said gently.
She went to Ethan's bedroom to get his bed situated, leaving Ethan with his toast and milk. She knew he needed to eat something, even if it was just a little, to take his medication. She also knew that calcium was important for his bone health, so she encouraged him to drink milk, despite his complaints.
Ivy washed up and got herself ready for bed. When she was done, she went back out to help Ethan to bed, only to find him already in his bedroom without his crutches. He was sitting down, wincing in pain.
"I told you, Ethan, there's no need to strain your leg unnecessarily," she scolded gently, concern lacing her words.
She moved quickly but carefully, as she lifted his right leg onto the bed, Ethan let out a small cry, "Arrg... wait, wait, Ivy..." Ivy continued and quickly positioned a pillow underneath to support it. Her heart ached, but she kept her composure. She handed him his medication and sat next to him for a moment, watching as the pain slowly eased from his face.
Ethan took the pills with a grimace, washing them down with the milk Ivy had insisted he drink. He looked up at her, gratitude and a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. "Thank you, Ivy."
"You're welcome, Ethan. Get some rest," she replied, squeezing his hand reassuringly before standing up to leave.
As Ivy lay in bed, she felt a mix of emotions. The day had been long and challenging, but she felt a sense of fulfillment knowing she could be there for Ethan. She also felt a pang of worry, curious with the burdens that he seemed to carry.
Ethan lay in bed, his mind racing despite his fatigue. He thought about the day's events, about the court session with Jen, and about Ivy's unwavering support. But most of all, he worried about the threat posed by Scott and the loan shark. He knew he had to find a way to protect Ivy without letting her know the full extent of the danger. He resolved to do everything in his power to keep her safe and make things easier for her.
The following morning, Ivy discovered that Ethan had left for the office very early. When she went downstairs, she was surprised to see Rob waiting for her.
"Ms. Ivy, I am supposed to take you to the office. Mr. Caldwell's orders," he said with a smile.
"Rob, please call me Ivy, and I can go to the office by myself," she replied, just as her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and sighed, answering the call. "No, Ethan, we spoke about this. I can go by myself," she said, even before Ethan could say anything.
Ethan's voice came through the line, firm but pleading. "I will feel better if you go with Rob, at least just this week as I sort this out with Scott. Please, Ivy, for me."
Ivy sighed, her resolve weakening. "Fine, Ethan. Just this week," she agreed reluctantly and climbed into the luxury car with Rob.
As they drove to the office, Ivy couldn't help but feel a mixture of annoyance and appreciation. She understood Ethan's concern, but she valued her independence. When they arrived, she quickly scanned the surroundings, hoping no one saw her arriving in the luxurious car, and hurried into the office.
Rob watched Ivy hurry into the office, a thoughtful smile playing on his lips. He couldn't help but think that any other woman might easily be tempted to take advantage of the perks of dating the boss. As he drove away, he mused to himself, Mr. Caldwell made a wise choice this time.
At the office, Ethan decided that it was time to bring Mark into the picture. Early that morning, Mark, Jason, and Ethan gathered in the conference room, each with a cup of coffee in their hands. The atmosphere was tense, and Ethan knew he needed to tread carefully.
Ethan began, his voice steady but cautious. "Mark, Ivy and I are in a relationship."
To his surprise, Mark responded quite positively. "Good on you, brother. I'm happy for you. But does this really warrant such a serious meeting to announce it, Ethan?"
Ethan's expression remained grave, but Mark continued, seemingly oblivious to the underlying tension. "Listen, I'm sorry. I did ask Jason to look into Ivy because I wanted to protect you. I needed to be sure she was genuine, and I've concluded that she is. I'm truly happy for you two."
Mark's words tumbled out quickly, his usual composed demeanor replaced by a flustered earnestness. He looked at Ethan with genuine warmth, a smile breaking through. "You know, this is the first time you've called a meeting to announce a relationship. You didn't even do this with Jen. What's going on, Ethan?"
Ethan took a deep breath, his serious expression not wavering. "Mark, it's not just about announcing the relationship. Actually, it's a complicated story." Ethan continued, explaining about Ivy's family and her encounter with her dad, Scott.
Jason, who had been quietly listening, stepped in. "This Scott character is apparently in debt with some nasty loan sharks. My initial assessment after following him this past week is that there's a real risk that he might use Ivy or Ethan to get the money he owes."
Jason, who had been quietly listening, stepped in. "This Scott character is in debt with some dangerous people. My initial assessment after following him this past week is that there's a real risk that he might use Ivy or Ethan to get the money he owes."
Mark's face hardened with concern. His demeanor shifted from a brotherly figure to that of a seasoned lawyer and leader. "And what's being done about it?" he asked, his tone serious and commanding.
Ethan leaned forward, his eyes meeting Mark's. "That's why we're here. As this unfortunately may involve the firm in some way—hopefully not—I need to let you know and, of course, ask for your support. I have been working with Jason to figure out the best way to handle this without putting anyone at risk. Jason has been monitoring the situation, but I want it dealt with once and for all."
Jason nodded. "Mark, I've already placed people to keep an eye on Ivy and Ethan, but we need a long-term solution. Scott is unpredictable."
Mark took a deliberate sip of his coffee, his leadership and decisiveness evident. He leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Jason, this is a small matter for you. I trust your expertise and judgment. Please make sure this is dealt with ASAP. I don't need this to escalate more than it needs to," he said, his voice calm but authoritative.
Jason nodded again, understanding the urgency. "Understood, Mark. I'll take care of it."
Mark continued, barking orders to Jason about finding legal ways to neutralize Scott's threats. Mark and Ethan were not new to dealing with security threats; it came with their job nature. But when it came to a threat that stemmed from personal issues, not job-related issues, Ethan felt a little uneasy. He had Ivy to think about, her feelings. Although it was clear that she hated her dad, Ethan still was unsure about Ivy's feelings. As bad as he was, Scott was still her father.
Back at Ivy's cubicle, she was busy working, unaware of the intense discussion happening in Mark's office. She was working on a stack of files Henry had given her to research when Ethan called her into his office. She quickly gathered the Bennett files, thinking that he might need those.
Ethan rose from his chair when he saw Ivy. He came close to her and led her to sit next to him on the sofa. "Ivy, do you like the beach or the mountains?"
Ivy looked at Ethan, confused. "The beach... I think I love beaches. I don't remember the last time I've been to the beach, though."
"Well then, we need to make you remember it. Pack what you need for a few days tonight; we will leave for Hawaii tomorrow."
Ivy's eyes widened in surprise. "Ethan, I have work! I ….. I can't let my colleagues see that you treat me differently."
Ethan's expression softened. "Ivy, you can formally ask permission from Henry. It would be a business trip anyhow. You'll work for me in Hawaii. Plus, I still have one more week to complete my meds, and I may need help in that area as well. I'll tell Henry, okay?"
Ivy's eyes dimmed, her excitement waning. "Ah, okay. Business trip. Sorry, I misunderstood you, Ethan."
Ethan sighed inwardly. Dating a woman with such a high work ethic as Ivy wouldn't be as easy as he thought. He had to think about things they could do in Hawaii so Ivy wouldn't feel guilty about going with him. In truth, Ethan and Mark had decided it would be best for Jason to deal with Scott while both Ivy and Ethan were away from the scene.
Mark insisted that Jason was an experienced private investigator and settler whom their firm had entrusted with many cases. He preferred Ethan not to meddle in their plans. Ethan agreed, knowing that Ivy's safety was paramount.
As the workday came to an end, Ethan and Mark were discussing the next steps as they walked out the door. Ivy was about to head to the bus station when Mark noticed her.
"Ethan, why don't you two go home together?" Mark asked.
Ethan shrugged his shoulders, rolling his eyes, "Ivy doesn't like to be treated differently from the rest of the staff, and she's very conscientious about my image as the boss of the firm."
Mark looked at Ethan, a smile spreading across his face. "You've got a good one, brother."
Mark called out to Ivy, "Ivy, can you please come over here?"
Ivy looked up, a bit puzzled, and walked towards Mark and Ethan. "Yes, Mark?"
"Ivy, Ethan and I have a case we need you to look at tonight. Can you please go with us?" Mark said, signaling Rob. "Rob, we're ready."
Rob pulled up with the car, and Ethan and Ivy got in. As the car door closed, Mark called out, "See you guys later!"
Inside the car, Ivy looked at Ethan, puzzled. Ethan was laughing along with Rob. "Mark knows how hard it is to get you just to go home with me," Ethan said, still chuckling.
Ivy had never seen Ethan laugh so hard, and she couldn't help but smile and feel her heart melt a little more.
Hawaii
That night, Ethan was busy with Cheryl, rearranging his schedule for the time he would be away. Ivy went through her closet, unsure what to pack, when Ethan walked into her room with a smile on his face. "What? Ivy the strong, can-do-all lady doesn't know how to pack? Sit down, I'll pack for you," Ethan said with a small chuckle.
Ivy looked at him gratefully and sat on the edge of the bed. "Ethan, my luggage is broken."
Ethan nodded. "Go get one of my suitcases from the cabinet in the study."
Ivy quickly went to retrieve the luggage. When she returned, her face turned red. Ethan had laid out her undergarments on the bed, ready to pack into the suitcase.
Ethan glanced up, noticing her embarrassment. He smiled gently, continuing to pack efficiently. As he folded her clothes, he admired her taste. Even though she didn't wear expensive brands, she had a natural elegance that shone through her choices. Ethan made a mental note to take Ivy shopping as a treat, hoping she would accept.
When they finished packing, Ivy prepared Ethan's medicine for the night and started getting ready for bed. She gently helped Ethan lift his leg onto the bed and began with a small exercise, hoping to minimize his discomfort during their travel the following day. Ivy wondered what traveling would do to his leg.
Ethan also was anxious. He debated whether to bring his wheelchair just in case but decided he would simply use the airport's wheelchair if needed. He hadn't traveled much since his bone cancer recurrence. He had called Dr. Lewis to inform him about the trip and get a referral for a doctor in Hawaii for emergencies. He hated that a simple few days of holiday required so much preparation. He sighed and forced himself to sleep.
It was 9 a.m. when they arrived at the airport. Ivy instinctively began queuing in the long line, as she was used to when traveling. But today was different. Ethan gently took her arm and led her to the lounge. Ivy looked at Ethan, confused.
The concierge greeted them warmly. "Good morning, Mr. Caldwell, Ms. Dodd. Please have a seat. Are these your two pieces of luggage? May I have your IDs, please?"
Ivy handed over their IDs, still puzzled by the VIP treatment. "Okay, I'll be right back," the concierge said, taking their luggage and IDs.
Ethan leaned in and whispered, " My leg can't handle the long lines," he smirked. "Just enjoy it, Ivy."
Ivy smiled and nodded, feeling a mixture of surprise and understanding. They sat in the lounge, enjoying the quiet and comfort, a stark contrast to the bustling terminal outside.
The concierge returned with their boarding passes and mentioned that the gate was slightly far, hinting if Ethan would need a wheelchair. Simultaneously, Ivy said, "Yes, we do," while Ethan said, "No, thank you."
They looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them. Ivy whispered, "Ethan, let's not begin the travel by aggravating your leg. You'll be more comfortable that way, no?"
Ethan sighed, reluctantly agreeing. "Yes, please, can you arrange a wheelchair for me to the gate?" he said to the concierge, his annoyance barely concealed. He knew Ivy was right; going through the flight in unbearable pain would be a much worse option.
A young lady arrived with the airport wheelchair. Ethan quickly sat down and handed Ivy his crutches. Ivy engaged in small talk with the wheelchair attendant while Ethan remained quiet.
At the security checkpoint, the officer asked whether Ethan could walk through the scanner or if he preferred a pat-down in the wheelchair. Ethan opted for the pat-down, thinking it would be less painful than limping barefoot on the cold floor. However, the experience proved otherwise.
The security guard began the pat-down, but accidentally lifted Ethan's leg a bit too roughly. Ethan winced, the sudden pain catching him off guard. The security guard quickly apologized, though he continued the pat-down in the same area, doing his job.
Ivy leaned in and whispered, "Please, be gentle."
Once the pat-down was complete, Ivy quickly helped Ethan reposition his leg, ensuring he was more comfortable. With the security check behind them, they continued their journey through the airport, Ivy keeping a close eye on Ethan's comfort as they made their way to the gate.
They navigated through the airport until they finally reached their gate. It was less than 15 minutes before boarding, so Ethan opted to go straight to the gate, skipping the wait at the lounge.
As they prepared to board, they were given priority due to Ethan's condition. The gate agent smiled sympathetically and ushered them forward. Ethan walked slowly towards the plane, Ivy trailing behind him, ready to offer support if needed. He let out a loud sigh, wishing he could walk hand in hand with Ivy instead of clinging to his crutches.
Once on the plane, they were seated in the first row. Ethan gave his crutches to the attendant to store. It was Ivy's first time in a first-class flight, and she couldn't help but marvel at the luxury. However, her attention quickly shifted to Ethan, ensuring he was comfortable for the long flight.
"Are you okay?" she asked, adjusting the blanket over his legs.
Ethan gave her a small smile. "I will be, thanks to you."
The flight attendants, noticing Ethan's condition, were exceptionally attentive, offering pillows, blankets, and anything else they might need. Ivy couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about the journey ahead.
As the plane settled into the long flight, Ethan began to feel the toll of being in the same position for too long. His leg throbbed, and he knew he needed to reposition it, but the angle made it impossible for him to do it alone. Glancing over, he saw that Ivy had fallen asleep. He hesitated, feeling insecure about waking her, but the pain was becoming unbearable.
Reluctantly, Ethan reached over and gently patted Ivy's shoulder. "Ivy... I'm sorry, but I think my leg needs adjusting..."
Ivy woke up instantly, her eyes full of concern. "Yes, Ethan?" she asked softly.
"I'm sorry, but I think my leg needs adjusting..."
Ivy quickly rose, her concern overriding any sleepiness. She took the blanket, fixed the pillow under his leg, and gently began to reposition it. Ethan winced throughout the process, the pain evident on his face. Ivy noticed but said nothing, instead giving him a gentle kiss of assurance before she returned to her seat.
Just then, the flight attendant approached, noticing the commotion. "Is everything alright? Can I get you anything?" she asked.
Ivy smiled politely. "We're fine, thank you," she responded, her focus still on Ethan.
Ethan, feeling a mix of gratitude and vulnerability, whispered, "Thank you, Ivy. I'm sorry for waking you."
Ivy shook her head, her eyes soft with affection. "Don't be. I'm here for you, Ethan. Get some rest."
Ethan lay there, his leg now slightly more comfortable, but his mind racing. He pondered how he would tell Ivy the real reason for their trip to Hawaii. The primary purpose was to give Mark and Jason the opportunity to "deal" with Scott's threat without Ivy's knowledge. He was unsure how she would react to them planning something so significant that directly related to her behind her back.
As he glanced at Ivy, now settled back in her seat, her eyes closed in rest, he felt a pang of guilt. He knew she valued honesty and transparency, and he was concerned about how she would take the news. Would she be angry? Hurt? Or would she understand his intentions were to protect her?
Ethan sighed, turning these thoughts over in his mind. He wanted to keep Ivy safe, but he also wanted to respect her autonomy. Finding the right moment and the right words to explain everything was going to be challenging. But for now, he focused on getting through the flight, determined to make the most of their time away and ensure Ivy felt cared for and protected.
Arrival in Paradise
When the plane finally touched down, the flight attendants announced their arrival. Ivy stood up, quickly retrieving Ethan's crutches from the overhead compartment. She handed them to him and watched as he carefully positioned himself to stand.
"Take it slow, Ethan," she whispered, her hand gently resting on his arm for support.
Ethan nodded, grateful for her presence. The warm, tropical air greeted them as they stepped off the plane, a stark contrast to the cold weather they had left behind.
Ethan winced with each step, the pain in his leg sharp and unrelenting. Ivy noticed and moved closer, subtly offering her arm for additional support without making a scene. "Almost there," she murmured, her voice soothing.
As they navigated through the airport, they headed towards the baggage claim area. Ivy kept a close eye on Ethan, ensuring he didn't overexert himself. Once they reached the carousel, they stood side by side, waiting for their luggage. The familiar hum of the conveyor belt was a welcome sound after the long flight.
Their suitcases finally appeared, and Ivy quickly grabbed them, managing to juggle both with surprising ease. Ethan, standing nearby, appreciated her efficiency. "Ivy, you don't have to do everything," he said, a hint of guilt in his voice.
"Nonsense, Ethan. I'm here to help you," she replied firmly, her eyes softening as she looked at him.
They made their way towards the exit, where a driver holding a sign with "Caldwell" written on it stood waiting. The driver, a tall man with a friendly smile, stepped forward. "Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell, welcome to Hawaii. I'm your driver, Mike. Let me take those for you," he said, reaching for their luggage.
"Thank you, Mike," Ethan said, his voice warm but tired.
Mike led them to a sleek black SUV parked just outside the terminal. He loaded their luggage into the back and then opened the door for Ethan, who carefully lowered himself into the backseat, Ivy following closely behind.
As they began their drive to the hotel, Ivy glanced around, taking in the lush greenery and vibrant colors of Hawaii. The stress of the journey began to melt away, replaced by a sense of wonder at the beautiful surroundings.
Ivy turned to Ethan, her curiosity piqued. "So, what work do I need to do while we're here in Hawaii? You mentioned something about research?"
Ethan shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position. "Yes, there are some research tasks I need you to handle for an upcoming case," he said vaguely, avoiding her gaze.
Ivy raised an eyebrow, sensing his evasiveness. "Research on what exactly? And for which case?"
Ethan sighed inwardly, knowing he needed to give her some semblance of an answer without revealing too much. "It's for a case involving some complex legal precedents. I need you to gather information on similar cases and compile a report. Nothing too strenuous, I promise."
Ivy nodded, though she wasn't entirely convinced. "Alright, Ethan. I'll do my best."
The rest of the drive was filled with light conversation and the occasional gasp from Ivy as she spotted something beautiful or interesting outside the window. Ethan watched her, smiling at her enthusiasm. Despite the underlying tension and the real reason for their trip, he was determined to make this experience enjoyable for her.
When they arrived at the hotel, Mike helped them out of the car and escorted them to the check-in desk. The staff greeted them warmly, offering leis and refreshing drinks as they processed their reservation. Soon, they were escorted to their suite, a luxurious space with a stunning view of the ocean.
Ethan settled onto the plush sofa, grateful to be off his feet. Ivy opened the balcony doors, letting the warm breeze fill the room. "This place is amazing," she said, turning to Ethan with a smile.
"It is," Ethan agreed, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and contentment. "I'm glad we're here."