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Sheldon Spencer sat at the dining table and watched Ivy Holden approach from a distance. She was chatting and laughing with her assistant as she walked, not at all bothered by the fight between James Zimmers and Shelby Roland. He felt a faint sense of disappointment—
'Is it that she doesn't take James Zimmers seriously, or is it me she doesn't take seriously?'
"My apologies, Mr. Spencer! I got a bit carried away picking out a necklace and was delayed a few minutes." Ivy Holden's words were apologetic, but her face held no trace of apology.
Sheldon Spencer's gaze fell on the necklace at Ivy Holden's collarbone. It was an emerald barrel bead on a delicate rose gold chain. The color was vivid and lustrous, crystal clear, accentuating her exquisite collarbones in a way that was both sexy and mesmerizing.
"A woman has the right to be late. Especially for something as important as picking out a necklace," Sheldon Spencer said with a lecherous smile.
