Ugh...
Ivy Kensington’s first reaction was to elbow backward in an attack, but the person behind her easily sensed her intention and effortlessly restrained her wrist.
Then, he turned and pressed her into his embrace.
"Sebastian Blackwood!"
Upon recognizing the man’s face, Ivy instinctively sighed in relief and then glared fiercely at him.
Jerk, he nearly scared her to death.
"How do you have a key card to my room?"
She questioned, a look of anger on her face.
Sebastian Blackwood lightly pinched her cheek and said with a smile, "The entire hotel is under the Blackwood Group, so what’s a re room key card?"
Ivy: "..."
Feeling quite indignant about being taken advantage of like this, she said coldly, "I have the right to call the police on you for this behavior."
"Oh."
Sebastian responded indifferently, clearly not taking her words to heart, or rather, he wasn’t afraid at all.
Ivy couldn’t do anything about him and didn’t know why he followed her here.
Sebastian, however, gripped her slender waist, leading her to the edge of the bed to sit down, pinning her hands behind her, his tall figure pressing down.
"Ivy, haven’t I told you to keep your distance from Ethan Ford?"
Sebastian’s handso features were filled with obvious hostility.
He really disliked Ivy being around Ethan Ford.
Ivy felt he was being unreasonable, "My brother and I are here to handle so things!"
Who has the leisure to act like him?
His unyielding attitude sparked a fire of anger in his heart. He pinched Ivy’s chin, "Don’t make angry."
The tone was domineering and unreasonable.
Ivy’s chin hurt from his grip, and she felt irritated.
"Master Blackwood, don’t forget you’re the one pursuing now!"
Is this how soone pursues another, by pinching their chin without reason? It really hurts!
Fueled by anger, Ivy used all her strength to push him away.
"Now get out, I don’t want to see you!"
She was already annoyed from this morning when Ronnie was taken away, and seeing Sebastian Blackwood only made her more upset!
"Don’t want to see , or want to find Ethan Ford?"
Sebastian coldly questioned.
Ivy couldn’t communicate with him at all and didn’t bother to explain, "Yes, so can you leave now?"
Sebastian had never been so disliked by a woman before. Ivy was the first.
Thinking of the amniocentesis report he saw this morning, delayed by four years, the emotions in his eyes churned even more. Sebastian let out a cold snort, turned around, and slamd the door as he left.
The "bang" was enough to show that Sebastian was currently angry.
However, Ivy didn’t want to placate him. His bad temper was spoiled by others, and she wouldn’t indulge him.
It was just past ten o’clock, and Ivy, too upset to sleep, decided to go downstairs to buy a few bottles of alcohol nearby.
Drinking a bit before bed could help her sleep.
She leisurely walked back toward the hotel, passing through a slightly darker area on the way.
A few street thugs saw her and whistled.
"Hey beautiful, give us your contact info."
Ivy acted as if she didn’t hear them and continued walking forward. Seeing her ignore them, the thugs directly stepped forward to block her path.
"Co on, don’t be stingy."
"Move aside."
Ivy said coldly.
The group saw her attitude and beca more interested, "Feisty—I like it."
With that, they reached for Ivy’s phone, wanting to tap on her WeChat.
Ivy had studied self-defense abroad for the past few years, and dealing with a few small-ti thugs was no challenge. Within monts, she had them subdued.
The thugs hadn’t expected Ivy to fight back, nor that they’d be taught such a lesson, and were a bit furious.
"Stupid woman, don’t you know when you’re being ungrateful."
One of the n, with bleached yellow hair, directly took out a pocketknife from his pocket!
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