The adam’s apple rolled, and Sebastian Blackwood said calmly, "Go back."
He couldn’t possibly just leave Ivy Kensington alone.
Owen Rhodes had been waiting for him to say this, so he hadn’t driven particularly fast all along. Upon hearing it, he grinned: "Alright, Master Blackwood."
Then, he turned the car around and drove quickly towards Ivy Kensington’s direction.
But unexpectedly, they couldn’t see Ivy Kensington at all; she was gone!
"Master Blackwood, there’s no sign of Miss Kensington on this road!"
Owen Rhodes exclaid in surprise!
Sebastian Blackwood’s calm expression abruptly changed, and he quickly surveyed the surroundings.
The venue for the wine party announcent was set at a villa in the suburbs, though it was a bit isolated, there were still so basic facilities. He imdiately lowered his voice and said, "Check the surveillance!"
On the other side.
One minute after Sebastian Blackwood drove away, Ivy Kensington was overwheld by a sudden wave of nausea and imdiately found a trash can to vomit into.
Her mouth was surrounded by a disgusting sll of alcohol.
Her head ached as if it would split.
After vomiting, she felt less uncomfortable, but still couldn’t move for a while, so she squatted beside and took out her phone to hail a cab.
Unexpectedly, an Alpha stopped in front of her.
She didn’t pay much attention at first, until the window rolled down, and she saw it was Evan Lowell!
He was discharged?
Ivy Kensington was startled, and her first reaction was to leave imdiately.
Every ti she encountered him, nothing good ever happened.
However, Evan Lowell was quicker than her, "Go, bring her up."
"Let go of ..."
Ivy Kensington struggled, but she was already drunk, with hardly any strength left, and no matter how much she resisted, she was effortlessly taken into the car by Evan Lowell’s n.
Evan Lowell sat on the sofa in the back seat, a thin blanket covering his lap.
Ivy Kensington was slightly distracted for a mont.
The doctor who operated on him had said that even if his leg was treated, there would be so deficiencies left, so now he could only sit in a wheelchair...
"Ivy."
Evan Lowell wasn’t annoyed when he saw her staring at his knee, and he called her na in a warm voice.
Ivy Kensington turned her eyes away, "Don’t call that."
The sll of alcohol on her was strong, and Evan Lowell caught it imdiately. He was indifferent to her dislike and instructed the driver calmly, "Go buy so hangover dicine."
The Alpha drove out of the area and finally stopped at a pharmacy entrance.
The driver quickly brought back a box of hangover dicine.
"Eldest Young Master Lowell, here."
Evan Lowell took it, picked out the pill, and handed a bottle of water to Ivy Kensington.
"Drink it."
"No."
Ivy Kensington didn’t cooperate; she’d rather curl up uncomfortably on the seat than accept the dicine he gave her.
Evan Lowell had limited patience, seeing this, he simply used his hands, grasping her by the back of her neck and pulling her close, then pinched her cheeks to shove the hangover pill into her mouth.
"Ugh..."
Instinctively, Ivy Kensington wanted to spit out the pill, but Evan Lowell covered her mouth just in ti, leaving her no choice but to swallow it.
Soon, the effect of the dicine kicked in, and her stomach felt less uncomfortable.
But she didn’t think Evan Lowell’s actions were ant to help her. Once she cald down, she asked coldly, "What do you want?"
Evan Lowell nonchalantly tossed the hangover dicine and water bottle aside, not bothering to hide his intentions anymore, and said, "Take care of for a month, since my leg isn’t completely healed."
What?
Ivy Kensington’s eyes widened suddenly, thinking he was crazy. How could she agree to take care of him for a month!
Dream on!
She was about to reply when she heard him say again:
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