Packin' up.

Chapter 7

After the incident between Kenneth and Ivy, they both didn't talk to each other throughout the entire day, then the next her father came home from his trip.

"Welcome home, Mr. Lanceil," Th staff greeted as he walked in.

"Ah yes, after today, tomorrow my daughter will be heading to college, they grow up so fast, "Mr. Lanceil.

Kenneth came and took two of his many bags up the stairs, as he was heading up Ivy was going down, they both glanced at each other without saying a word.

"Oh, you're back, yay..."

"You don't sound happy to see me," Mr. Lanceil.

"Really? What gave you that idea?"Ivy.

"Your blank expression. Anyways where's your mother?" Mr. Lanceil.

"Haven't heard from her since you two randomly vanished after my birthday, didn't you keep in check with her?"

"... Anyways I bought the closest house next to your college, it has all the things you'll need next for the rest of your school years, oh and here," He handed her a credit card, "You'll need money in case there's anything at school you'll want, like supplies or whatever,"

Ivy's POV

This geezer completely ignored his wife's absence, *Sigh* what do I care to?

"Remember Ivy, whatever course you choose is all the same, all that matters is you come out with a Ph.D. and a degree to show you did the course so that the family that you'll be marrying into can have a multi-talented daughter and my business can keep growing, " Mr. Lanceil said.

Ivy's POV

This geezer, already sold me out? I'll find a way to get back at him, but how...? Will I just agree and go with the flow?

"Sir, I've dropped all your bags in your room, is there anything else you might need?" Kenneth.

"No, that's enough, you may go," Mr. Lanceil.

"Tch, I can't get used to peasants handling my stuff, "Mr. Lanceil said irritated.

"You don't say..." Ivy muttered.

"Daddy, I'm worried that some mean men will break into my house and rape me, then I'll be no good for my husband, can I have some security?" Ivy said in a childish voice.

"I'll hire the best men-"

"No! I want to pick my security!" Ivy yelled in a childish voice.

"Who would you want, then?" Mr. Lanceil.

"Hmm... Just at the top of my head, I. Want. Him." She pointed at Kenneth.

Her father was stunned.

"He doesn't have any experience protecting people, I can choose better men to protect you, I can even find women who would protect you better than he would, "Mr. Lanceil.

"I agree with Mr. Lanceil, Miss Ivy, I can't possibly be left to protect the daughter of the house, if I was a father I would feel insecure about it as well, " Kenneth.

Kenneth's POV:

I don't know what she wants but I don't want to be left alone with her.

"Who asked you to talk to us? Go and do some work and mind your business next time!" Mr. Lanceil yelled.

"But...Daddy, you'd rather trust random men, than a servant that has been with us for years? If you won't let him come with me, then I won't go to college, humph, " She pouted.

"B-but..."Mr. Lanceil.

"Please, daddy," She gave him the puppy dog eyes, and then he caved.

"Fine, I will allow him to accompany you...but I will send extra maids, I can't trust anyone with you, "Mr. Lanceil.

Ivy's POV

But you would give me a loaded gun if I asked for it...

"Thank you, Daddy," She faked a smile.

"Tch!" Kenneth.

Ivy's POV

I win.

The next day Mr. Lanceil sent Ivy off in a luxurious car with Kenneth and the extra maids.

After many hours of driving they saw the house that Mr. Lanceil had ready for her, by the time they got there it was already late in the evening.

"I...hate long car rides," Ivy said feeling nauseous.

All the maids took her things in for her.

Ivy's POV

*Sigh* Another birdcage.

Kenneth glanced at her and then back at the house.

"Shall we go in now, Miss Ivy?" Kenneth picked up a suitcase.

Ivy just walked in with replying and Kenneth followed after.

*A-hem* "I don't know where that night Miss Ivy," Kenneth.

"I don't even know either," She pointed at a staff "You there, you said my bath was ready, it's in my room right?" Ivy.

"No, it's in the bathroom, a whole room just for washing up, it's different from your room," The maid said.

Ivy's POV

I'm only going to be here for 4 years at best, why would he even add that?

"Just show me my room already..."

The maid took them to Ivy's room, and like her former room, it was wide and had a massive amount of space, a queen-sized bed in the middle, tiled floors, Air conditioning, a huge wardrobe, a studying station, a bookshelf, etc...

"Hm...Kinda comforting feels like I didn't go anywhere at all," She turned her head and saw Kenneth struggling with the excess bags she made him carry, " You can put the right there, gently and very slowly, I wouldn't want anything to be damaged,"

"Miss...Ivy...Where exactly should I drop this...!"

"Over there," She pointed at a spot in the room that Kenneth couldn't see, she taunted him for 20 minutes before saying he could drop it anywhere.

*Panting* " May...I...ask? ...What is in these?" He said trying to catch his breath.

"Oh? Why do you want to know what a girl carries in her bag? I didn't know you had a clothing fetish, Ew, "Ivy

"You knew that's not what I meant," Kenneth.

"Of course I know, I'm not an idiot, I just tried to see if I could tell a joke,...Seems like it flopped," Ivy.

"I brought two pairs of 50 kg dumbells and put both in the bag you're carrying I thought if I put them in different bags too I might stub my toe on one of them...or I might never find them again, so yes, you were carrying 200+kg worth of load," Ivy.

"Why do you even have two pairs? You look so slender, I can't picture you lifting weights," Kenneth.

"Looks has nothing to do with it, my body just refused to look buff that's it, not that I wanted it to," Ivy.

Ivy brought out one of the weights.

"Though it's mostly talent, I was stronger without these anyways, these don't count as weights anymore to me, since I was 16 I could lift these 50kgs like it was nothing...but I didn't want to lift those longer heavier ones, as I am not planning on becoming a bodybuilder, so I decided to buy two pairs of the 50 so that I could carry 100kgs on each arm, "Ivy.

"..." Kenneth.

"And here you are struggling with something as light as those, Tch, weak," Ivy.

Kenneth arranges Ivy's stuff in order.

"I appreciate you conversing with a mere servant like myself, Miss Ivy, I will take my leave now, "Kenneth.

"Drop the servant crap, it's pissing me off," Ivy.

"That I cannot, Miss Ivy, this is my job, you are my boss, and I cannot act causally informal with you," Kenneth said.

"Even after I kissed you?" Ivy.

Kenneth fell silent, he couldn't say a word, he just turned around and said goodnight.

"His face went red again, It seems that's a touchy subject for him, Oh, well, time for that bath," Ivy.

The next morning, there was a surprise waiting for Kenneth...