"Right now, Evan Lowell is the only one I can rely on. Only he can save the Ford Family. You have no value to anymore. It’s just as well Claire Crowley wants you, so I gave her this favor."
"I just didn’t expect Claire Crowley to be so useless and let you find out."
Her tone was full of indifference, and she didn’t even spare a glance at Sebastian Blackwood, utterly cold and unfeeling.
Claire Crowley, however, was furious, cursing, "I knew you had bad intentions, not only deceiving Master Blackwood but also fooling . I foolishly trusted you and followed along..."
"Claire Crowley, don’t you want to sleep with Sebastian Blackwood?"
Ivy Kensington interrupted her, "I’m tired of this man. If you can’t win his heart, that’s your issue, not mine."
With that, she seed unable to stay a mont longer and turned to leave.
However, Sebastian Blackwood didn’t give her the chance. His burning palm firmly grasped her wrist.
His voice was magnetic and deep, carrying an obvious undercurrent of anger.
"Take back what you just said."
He didn’t want to argue with her now.
Ivy Kensington paused, irritably shaking off his hand, "Don’t touch !"
Her attitude was fierce, not even willing to look at him.
"Sebastian Blackwood, listen up. I never liked you that much in the first place, so I could even bear to get rid of your child, you know!"
"Shut up!"
The man’s calm deanor suddenly erupted.
The lost child was always a sore spot in his heart, but now, she casually brought it up, deliberately stabbing at his heart!
Seeing him like this, Ivy Kensington pressed further, "I don’t want you or your child, understand? Get out of my life. Claire Crowley is pregnant with your child. She’s willing to have it for you; I’m not!"
"Slap—"
A clear slap echoed.
Ivy Kensington’s right cheek was suddenly struck to the side.
Sebastian Blackwood had slapped her.
The man’s face was cold as he looked at her, his dark eyes bloodshot, each word seemingly forced through his teeth: "I said, shut up."
The right cheek burned with pain, and Ivy Kensington’s heart grew numb.
This was what she wanted, but why did she feel like crying, why did it hurt so much?
Taking a deep breath, Ivy Kensington said, "You’ve scolded, you’ve hit , can you let go now? Master Blackwood, I don’t want to be with you. I just want to be with Evan Lowell now. I’m begging you, let go..."
Claire Crowley stood to the side, witnessing it all, feeling utterly delighted.
This Ivy Kensington was simply asking for it!
She gently approached, staying close to Sebastian Blackwood, her tone tender, "Master Blackwood, Claire would never betray you. Claire’s heart has always been with you. Feel this, I have our child in my belly."
She placed Sebastian Blackwood’s hand over her abdon, her words filled with admiration for the man.
Sebastian Blackwood’s palm trembled slightly. The next second, he asked, "Do you want the position of Mrs. Blackwood?"
What?
The words "Mrs. Blackwood" left Claire Crowley montarily stunned, almost in disbelief.
Then, she bit her lip, cautiously answering, "Master Blackwood, you know I carry your child. For our child’s healthy growth, of course, I hope we could marry. Becoming Mrs. Blackwood would better allow the baby to grow up."
"Enough of the nonsense, just one word, do you want it or not."
Sebastian Blackwood interrupted her coldly.
Claire Crowley felt her face heat up but nodded without hesitation, "Yes."
As soon as she spoke, Sebastian Blackwood picked her up in his arms.
"Ah..."
Claire Crowley let out an uncontrollable scream, yet her arms wrapped tightly around the man’s neck.
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