Ethan Ford responded with a hum and took a sip of water from Ivy Kensington’s hand.
The two appeared exceptionally intimate.
Julian Hawthorne exclaid, "Brother Blackwood, Ivy is trying to make you wear a green hat."
It’s like there’s a vast green field on your head, truly.
Sebastian Blackwood’s expression could no longer be described as simply unpleasant—well done, Ivy!
At this mont.
Ivy had not yet noticed Sebastian Blackwood’s arrival.
After helping Ethan Ford finish drinking, she placed the cup to the side and asked, "Mr. Ford, if you’re not planning to go back, I’ll leave first. Ronnie’s still waiting for at ho."
Ethan Ford looked at her, his heart stirred slightly.
In the Ford Family for so many years, besides Chloe Ford, there were few who took such care of him.
Ivy was the first.
Swallowing his throat, at the mont she turned around, he grabbed Ivy’s hand. "Since I’m divorced, can I pursue you? I promise I’ll treat Ronnie and you both well."
This ti, Ethan Ford showed so sincerity.
Huh?
Ivy was startled. Ethan Ford had said this to her before, but she had never taken it seriously, just considered it a joke. But now...
"I..."
Ivy just said a word when suddenly, another hand grasped hers tightly.
She turned her head to see it was Sebastian Blackwood.
What’s he doing here?
Sebastian Blackwood forcefully pulled the woman into his arms, looking at Ethan Ford coldly and rcilessly, "My woman, even if she’s divorced, is not for you to touch."
Ivy Kensington was his for life!
Ethan Ford, now sober from the alcohol, was infuriated upon seeing Sebastian Blackwood.
He mocked, "The grand President Blackwood actually goes back on his word. Don’t forget the conditions you promised ."
Could there have been a deal between these two?
Ivy felt sothing was off in her heart.
But Sebastian Blackwood replied calmly, "The conditions were set by you, but whether they can be fulfilled is not up to you."
Shaless!
Ethan Ford was enraged, never expecting soone could be so brazen.
At this mont, Ivy only felt her hand was being held too painfully, she struggled, "Don’t touch ..."
This act of resistance instantly ignited a long-suppressed anger in Sebastian Blackwood’s heart.
"Ivy Kensington, it seems I’ve been too good to you!"
To the extent that she didn’t take him seriously at all.
Without waiting for a response from the woman, Sebastian Blackwood scooped her up and strode out.
"Bastard! Let go of ..."
Ivy was infuriated. He was the one who talked about divorce, and now he’s pestering her again.
"Sebastian Blackwood, Master Blackwood! Since you want a divorce, then stop clinging to , or I’ll look down on you!"
Ivy used both hands and feet, scratching him fiercely.
The man didn’t dodge, and in the chaos, Ivy’s nails scratched his neck, imdiately leaving a red scrape.
"I... I didn’t an it..."
Seeing this, Ivy fearfully withdrew her hand, speaking awkwardly.
It wasn’t her fault he didn’t dodge!
"Heh."
Sebastian Blackwood scoffed coldly, indifferently wiping the bleeding spot, his handso face both wicked and alluring.
"Bang..."
With force, he pinned the woman against the car body.
"Ethan Ford drank, and you couldn’t wait to rush over. I got drunk, but you left to my own devices. Ivy Kensington, what do you take for?"
Sebastian Blackwood’s deep voice carried a trace of grievance.
He felt wronged?
Ivy bit her lip hard and replied, "Then if you keep claiming I’m your woman, why, when both Nina Shaw and I were in trouble, did you choose to save her?"
Hearing this, Sebastian Blackwood’s stern deanor deepened, and after a long pause, he spoke hoarsely, "Nina is different."
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