The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 188

Ivy froze for a split second. 'Why did I come down so quickly?' When she turned around, she saw that Wyatt was planning on coming down by himself. He appeared to be about to roll down the stairs, at which point they would simply have to send him to the hospital and their journey would be over before it had even begun. Ivy took a breather. “Wait! Do not move." Wyatt remained motionless and patiently awaited Ivy's assistance. Ivy was about to take a step forward when she noticed Bill right behind Wyatt. He was still in the back, taking their suitcases, and hadn't even gotten off the helicopter! Jimmy's expression changed in an instant as he watched Bill set the suitcases down. He pushed Wyatt down the ramp steadily, oblivious to his surroundings. Wyatt was taken aback because he had not expected to be pushed from behind. The ramp was sturdy, and Bill had to use a lot of strength to keep the speed under control. The wheelchair soon landed safely on the ground. Wyatt, on the other hand, had a glum expression of suppressed dissatisfaction. He was at a loss for words. Bill turned around and walked over to the suitcases. "Miss, you can look for me anytime if you need my help," he said to Ivy. Ivy nodded and smiled. "All right, thanks!" Ivy would have had to help Wyatt down if it hadn't been for Bill. She then looked at Wyatt and walked away to catch up with Leo. Jimmy took a swig. "Thank you, Bill..." He then dashed over to assist Wyatt with his wheelchair. "Do not become enraged. There are numerous opportunities available to us! Bill is Ms. Morgan's bodyguard, so everything he does represents her!" Jimmy spoke into Wyatt's ear. Wyatt remained silent. His face was tense, and his eyes were cold and deep. 'Clearly, Bill and Ivy are not the same!' The servants at the chateau had been informed in advance that they would be arriving with tea and

snacks. Everything was set up to accommodate everyone's preferences. The servants all bowed as soon as Wyatt walked in. "Good morning, Mr. Reed." He uttered a hushed "mm" with no expression. "Chairman Morgan, would you like to take a break or go for a walk first?" Leo was brimming with vitality. "I'm not exhausted." Wyatt gave a slight nod but did not seek anyone else's opinion. "Make the arrangements," he said to the butler. “Yes, sir.” The group hurriedly climbed into the car. They arrived at the Seine's bank in less than ten minutes. As it reflected on the calm surface of the river, the moonlight was bright and gentle. Ivy was taken aback when she saw the familiar scene. "What about the Seine?" She was a little excited because she had walked past this location numerous times while studying in France. Back then, she had poured out her thoughts, both good and bad, to this river. There weren't many people on the riverbank. The majority of them came for a walk. Leo followed Pierce around with glee. Marco's imposing figure stood motionless, staring across the river at the Gothic buildings. Ivy's eyes twinkled like stars. 'I guess Jimmy chose the right place,' Wyatt thought as he hooked the corners of his lips. Wyatt was about to wheel himself over to Ivy when Bill, who was nearby, stepped in to push him. Jimmy dashed over to them and grabbed Bill's arm. Wyatt received his desire for Ivy to pull him around the banks of the seine. Ivy was simply taking in the scenery and didn't want to hear Jimmy's annoying chatter. Wyatt's expression brightened after he'd gotten rid of the others. A fit, tattooed man was busking with a violin in front of them. He was completely engrossed in the music, and a crowd had gathered around him. This scene would be very impressive if the violin's sound was elegant and delicate, accompanied byContent rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

the soft flow of the river. The busker, on the other hand, was a beginner violinist. It sounded harsh to the ears and sounded like an old woman wailing. Ivy unknowingly walked over and came to a halt. Wyatt sat quietly for a while; his face expressionless. When the song ended, the audience exhaled a sigh of relief and dispersed. The busker noticed the wheelchair-bound man and the lovely lady pushing the wheelchair and expressed regret and sympathy to her. He appeared to be saddened by Ivy's presence with Wyatt. Wyatt gave a thoughtful sigh. "Do you understand my music?" inquired the busker. Wyatt was being judged by the busker. Wyatt was useless in every way except his looks, especially his legs. As a result, the busker's demeanor was dismissive. Wyatt cocked his brow and snorted lightly. "It doesn't sound good." “What?” The eyes of the busker were cold. He appeared to want to thrash Wyatt. Ivy had been caught up in the romantic atmosphere and had not expected Wyatt to get into a fight with someone out of the blue. "It sounds awful." Wyatt drew his eyelids up. His voice was cool and calm. The street performer rolled up his sleeves, revealing tattooed arms. As he charged at Wyatt, he appeared ferocious. "I'm sorry, but this man suffers from a mental illness. Fight him if you want to!" Ivy pushed Wyatt's wheelchair away and reached out to point to Bill, who was standing right behind them. “Ivy…” Because Ivy was fleeing, the wheelchair was very bumpy. Wyatt couldn't stop himself from calling out to her. As he looked at her, he stifled a laugh. 'Why is she running?' 'This isn't Ivy.' "I'm not going to abandon you there. Jimmy, your butler, didn't get you a bodyguard, did he?" Ivy

stated. Wyatt remained silent after hearing the coldness in her voice. After a while, he said quietly, "It was very bad." Wyatt was only telling the truth. Why would he, Reed Corporation's Great President, lie just to please a random busker? "Then I'll send you back and you can tell him yourself," Ivy said indifferently. Wyatt felt tense and gripped the wheelchair armrest before Ivy could turn around. “Don’t!” He suddenly felt as if he were being played, but he would just shrug it off because it was Ivy. She was free to mock him whenever she pleased. "Let's avoid going back there. Look at how lovely this river is! Don't you think it's similar to a diamond necklace?" 'I wouldn't be scared if it weren't for my physical disability right now! What a skit!' Wyatt pondered. Ivy scowled. ‘Wimp!’ They strolled to the center of a small bridge. The atmosphere was very romantic and quiet, with an intoxicating peace brought to them by this moment. Wyatt turned to face Ivy, who was leaning against the bridge with her elbows. Her side profile was so delicate and smooth. Her eyes sparkled, and the corners of her lips curled up. She was breathtaking. He smiled and felt compelled to tell her something he had never told her before. "In comparison to you, anyone who plays the violin is a piece of trash."