Ivy Kensington didn’t look at Chloe Ford, she just crouched down and cleaned up the broken pieces of the bowl on the floor.
Her forehead was still bleeding.
This scene made Sebastian Blackwood’s eyes bright red. He subtly lifted his pants and likewise crouched down, forcefully pulling the woman into his arms.
He commanded, "Owen Rhodes, get soone to clean up here."
"Alright, Master Blackwood."
Owen received the order and quickly went to find Mrs. Langley.
Chloe Ford also tily bid farewell, "Master Blackwood, today’s treatnt ends here. If you still feel unwell tomorrow, please contact again."
After speaking, Chloe Ford quietly walked out of the study room.
In the spacious study room.
Only Ivy Kensington and Sebastian Blackwood were left.
Ivy was held in the man’s arms, yet she still felt her hands and feet turn cold.
In her mind, she couldn’t help but recall Sebastian’s gaze just now. So cold...
It was as if he wanted to choke her to death, particularly terrifying.
"Does it hurt?"
Sebastian Blackwood picked up the stunned woman horizontally and placed her on the sofa chair.
Then he crouched in front of her, pulled out tissues to wipe the blood from her forehead.
"Hiss..."
Ivy Kensington instinctively flinched.
Sebastian paused his actions, his brows lightly furrowed, "Sorry."
He himself was surprised that he would lose control of his emotions like that, sothing that had never happened to him before.
His gaze instantly deepened, Sebastian swallowed hard, and suddenly pulled Ivy tightly into his arms.
"There won’t be a next ti."
Ivy sighed lightly, knowing she couldn’t bla him, she nodded, "Okay."
Soon, Owen and Mrs. Langley ca up.
Mrs. Langley tidied up the place and brought the dicine box over, "Master Blackwood, please apply dicine for madam."
Sebastian acknowledged, taking it over.
The wound was neither big nor deep; it was treated in a few minutes.
Throwing the ointnt back into the box, Sebastian Blackwood picked up Ivy, "Forget about tonight’s incident. I didn’t an to be harsh, and I won’t be in the future. Sleep well, understand?"
On the soft large bed, Ivy’s body sank into it.
The man’s words carried reassurance, and an almost undetectable trace of tension.
He was worried that because of this incident, the hard-won tenderness in their relationship would beco strained again.
Ivy Kensington smiled, lifted her hand and hugged him, "It won’t happen, you rest well too."
Hearing the definite answer, Sebastian was finally relieved, he kissed Ivy’s cheek and whispered, "I need to deal with so docunts, you sleep first."
"Mhm."
Ivy nodded and watched the man walk out of the room, but her mind started pondering.
If she hadn’t rembered incorrectly, was the therapist in the study room Chloe Ford?
But didn’t Master Gard say today that she was uncomfortable and took leave? Yet her appearance just now didn’t look uncomfortable...
Ivy always felt that the Chloe Ford she saw today was different from the Chloe Ford she usually interacted with.
Was it her illusion, or...
Pressing her lips tightly, drowsiness overca her, and Ivy didn’t think further, slowly drifting into sleep.
anwhile, in the study room.
Sebastian’s headache still hadn’t eased, he called Owen in.
"Go and find a few other therapists."
Owen was surprised, "Huh?"
Wasn’t it already determined to be Chloe Ford?
Sebastian’s expression was deep, he wouldn’t just rely on one person, there were plenty of therapists in Celestia, Chloe Ford was not the only one.
Owen didn’t understand, but quickly nodded, "Understood, Master Blackwood."
The next day.
Ivy Kensington was still in her sleep when suddenly a figure dashed to her side.
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