Sebastian Blackwood went upstairs and directly entered the bathroom. The warm steam gradually rose, and through the frosted glass, the man’s figure was tall and slender, his long legs looked powerful even at a glance.
Claire Crowley quietly followed upstairs, standing outside the bathroom door, gazing at the man’s silhouette with a slight obsession.
She’s been in the entertainnt industry for years, and has seen n with exceptional looks and physique, but a man like Sebastian Blackwood was the first ti for her, so she couldn’t bla herself for feeling moved.
She couldn’t help but take a step forward, but accidentally kicked over the dirty laundry basket on the floor. Claire Crowley scread briefly in surprise, then quickly covered her mouth, fearing being discovered by Sebastian Blackwood.
The sound of water inside the bathroom grew quieter, and a deep voice from the man ca out, "Ivy?"
Claire Crowley’s eyes shifted, and she didn’t reply but walked to the glass door, gently tapping on it with her hand.
Sebastian Blackwood let out a low laugh.
This woman, she knew how to seduce him.
His Adam’s apple moved, and he said, "Bring a bath towel."
Claire Crowley murmured in agreent, turned to grab a clean towel from the clothes rack outside.
The glass door opened a crack, Claire Crowley reached her hand inside.
But in the next instant, the man’s large damp hand unhesitatingly gripped her wrist, pulling her inside forcefully.
At this mont, Ivy Kensington returned.
Just reaching the room’s entrance, she saw a servant waiting there, who upon seeing her arrival, seed panicked and flustered.
"Miss... Miss Kensington..."
The servant stamred, looking sowhat anxious.
Claire Crowley had instructed her to watch here, saying that if Ivy returned, to inform her beforehand, but now there wasn’t enough ti.
Ivy Kensington squinted her eyes slightly, what was this? So guilty?
Suppressing her thoughts, Ivy Kensington pushed open the door and walked in, just arriving at the entrance when she heard Claire Crowley call out coquettishly.
Ivy Kensington’s expression froze for a mont, then quickly headed towards the bathroom.
In the misty water vapor, there were two figures entangled closely together, evidently Sebastian Blackwood and Claire Crowley.
Suddenly, Ivy Kensington stood still in place.
A strong wave of mockery spread across her heart.
Is this Sebastian Blackwood’s claim of never touching Claire Crowley?
Bastard, turns out those words were just sweet talk to coax her!
With this thought, Ivy Kensington directly fetched a basin of ice water from the outer room, opened the bathroom glass door, and harshly splashed it, "Scumbag and bitch!"
After splashing, she threw the basin, turned and strode away!
From now on, if she believes the words of Sebastian Blackwood, she will cease to be a Kensington!
At this mont.
When Claire Crowley was pulled inside, at first her heart was mixed with joy and panic, how would Master Blackwood react seeing it was her?
She deliberately lowered her face, not letting Sebastian Blackwood see her front, embracing him tightly.
Unexpectedly, even so, Sebastian Blackwood recognized right away she wasn’t Ivy Kensington.
In re seconds, she didn’t even have ti to see anything before her neck was gripped strongly.
"Damn it, who let you in?"
Sebastian Blackwood’s voice magnetic and deep, his ice-cold words contained towering anger.
Claire Crowley hadn’t even managed to defend herself with a couple words before a deadly cold basin of water ca her way, soaking her whole body.
"Ah!"
She scread sharply from the cold.
Sebastian Blackwood released her hand decisively at this ti, swiftly wrapped himself in a towel, and strode out after.
Hollered deeply, "Ivy, stop right there!"
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