Sebastian Blackwood opened his eyes, his eyelids lowered, and his gaze fell on the girl beside him.
At first glance, he could see her eyes.
Big and round, with extraordinarily dense eyelashes, Ivy Kensington’s face inexplicably flashed in his mind.
As if these beautiful eyes should be on Ivy’s face, not on the face of "Dahlia Kensington" in front of him.
"Se... Sebastian?"
Ivy saw him staring at her constantly and couldn’t help but tentatively call out to him.
Suddenly, Sebastian chuckled, pulling Ivy into his arms, raising her chin with a slightly lazy deanor, "Be good, call husband."
"..."
Ivy’s whole body stiffened, especially her little face, which was thoroughly red.
How could she say that...
"Sebastian..."
She had barely uttered two words when Sebastian suddenly pressed down on her lips and kissed her.
Ivy imdiately clutched her dress tightly, her heart pounding fiercely.
"Still not calling?"
Sebastian looked at her, half-smiling.
Ivy’s thin skin couldn’t take his teasing any longer, finally calling out those two words.
But deep down, she knew very well that this wasn’t her place—she was rely a pretender.
Sebastian pinched her face, though his brows furrowed, "Next ti, don’t put on such heavy makeup."
Ivy’s heart skipped a beat. Could he really be suspicious?
But anyway, this was the last ti, and perhaps they’d never et again afterward.
Sebastian took Ivy to an auction house.
"Sebastian?"
Ivy didn’t quite understand, so Sebastian explained, "A wedding gift for you. Choose sothing you like and take it ho."
Ivy nodded, but her fingers anxiously twisted together.
She wasn’t Dahlia Kensington, and this wedding gift shouldn’t be hers to choose.
Nevertheless, to avoid revealing the truth, she chose a gem according to Dahlia’s preferences.
"Enough?"
Sebastian asked, his face turned slightly.
Ivy nodded, then she was pulled up by the man and led through layers of corridors to a room.
As soon as she entered, she was pushed against the door, with Sebastian’s heated body pressing down.
"Having bought sothing, shouldn’t you pay so interest?"
He chuckled softly, biting Ivy’s shoulder.
Ivy winced from the pain and shrank back, finally following his lead and indulging herself.
Kensington Family.
As soon as Ivy left, Dahlia Kensington had people reporting their whereabouts to her in real-ti.
After hearing, she couldn’t help but explode in rage, "That bitch Ivy!"
Sebastian was clearly her man!
At that mont, Stanley Kensington ca downstairs and saw her shouting and yelling, sternly chiding, "This is your choice, you can’t bla anyone else."
"Dad, how can you say that about ?"
Dahlia cried uncontrollably, unable to retort.
If she had known, she wouldn’t have drunk before the wedding night, nor randomly entered Ivy’s room...
"Enough, I’m going to the hospital now. Your allergies will clear up in a few days, pay attention to your deanor, don’t disgrace the Kensington Family!"
Stanley threw down a sentence and walked away.
As he left, Anne Linden also ca downstairs, her face pale, as if she had discovered an earth-shattering secret.
"Mom, what’s wrong? Why do you look so terrible?"
"Dahlia, that person... that person isn’t dead yet!"
It was the first ti Dahlia saw Anne with this expression, about to ask what was going on when Anne suddenly whispered a na in her ear.
Suddenly, Dahlia’s face was full of shock...
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