Ivy Kensington never expected Sebastian Blackwood to be so shaless as to sneak a kiss on her.
She raised her hand, instinctively wanting to slap his face, but Sebastian seed to have anticipated it, effortlessly grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her head.
"Ivy, if you dare to marry Ethan Ford, I’ll dare to crash the wedding."
He leaned close to her ear and spoke in a dark, ominous tone.
Ivy’s heart trembled, fully aware that he was not joking but ant what he said!
She bit her lips tightly, and the next second, she kissed his thin lips, turning the tables: "Master Blackwood, let’s be honest, you’re just interested in this body of mine, aren’t you?"
Ivy didn’t believe Sebastian truly had such deep feelings for her.
If that were really the case, he wouldn’t have sided with Nina Shaw ti and again to hurt her; what he probably liked was just the feeling of being in bed with her!
A trace of hostility appeared in Sebastian’s eyes, "Is that really what you think of ?"
"What else could it be?"
Ivy retorted.
In an instant, Sebastian laughed in anger, "Alright then, I’ll give you what you wish."
Then, he pinned Ivy’s petite figure down, his cold kiss falling from her lips all the way down.
Ivy’s body trembled, wanting to resist, but Sebastian, this domineering man, if he wanted sothing, nobody could refuse him.
...
After it was over.
Ivy lay exhausted on the bed and fell asleep.
Sebastian lay beside her, unusually expressing a hint of resentnt and helplessness.
"Ivy, why don’t you believe ?"
He truly liked her, not just her body.
His handso brow furrowed slightly as he heard Ivy’s phone beep twice, it was a ssage from Ethan Ford: [Ivy, are you ho?]
Ha.
Sebastian sneered, he picked up the phone, pressed Ivy’s hand to unlock it,
then snapped a photo of himself with Ivy and sent it: [No need to worry, Ivy is well taken care of by .]
After sending it, Sebastian childishly smiled with pride, and snuggled back beside Ivy, holding her gently in his arms.
At the Ford Family.
Ethan Ford didn’t expect such a ssage to co back from Ivy’s side, his deep gaze instantly turned grim.
Four years!
Four years ago, he saved her, and she said she would never get tangled up with Sebastian Blackwood again.
But now, they’ve ended up in bed again.
Ethan clenched his fist tightly and struck it hard against the wall.
With great force, his hand was instantly covered in blood, and quite a bit of plaster crumbled down from the wall.
Ethan took a deep breath, carelessly wiped the blood off his arm with a tissue, and coldly smiled.
He never makes a losing deal; the past four years were his investnt in Ivy, and now, it’s ti to get returns on that investnt!
...
The next day.
It was already noon when Ivy woke up, her scars were treated with dicine again, and the box of ointnt was tossed aside by Sebastian, placed at the side of her bed.
Beside it was a note from Sebastian: [Rember to apply the dicine, don’t let the scars remain.]
Ha.
Ivy coldly laughed, scumbag, advising her not to leave scars, isn’t it just because it’s unsightly and affects his mood?
Thinking of this, Ivy felt annoyed, how did she foolishly fall for his tricks again last night?
Then, she grabbed her phone, wanting to block all contact with Sebastian again, only to surprisingly discover...
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