She just parted from him for a short while, yet she already missed him.
Sylvia Sterling felt a bit embarrassed, she really didn’t expect she would like soone this much...
Forget it, anyway she’s off today. Why not just stay and wait in his office in the afternoon, and go out for dinner together in the evening.
With this thought, Sylvia simply unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.
This ti, she hurriedly headed to the elevator, even faster than before.
When she reached the top floor, surprisingly, the area around the CEO’s office was quiet, even at work hours, Owen Rhodes, who is Sebastian Blackwood’s closest assistant, was nowhere to be seen.
What is going on?
Sylvia found it peculiar but didn’t dwell on it. She walked over, ready to knock on the door, but then noticed that Sebastian Blackwood’s office door wasn’t completely closed.
She couldn’t help but smile.
She never thought that soone as rigorous as Master Blackwood would one day forget such a small detail like closing the door.
"Sebas..."
Sylvia opened her lips, just spoke a word, and as her hand gently pulled the door slightly open, her face turned extrely pale at that mont!
She could see Sebastian Blackwood, bare-chested, on the sofa opposite, the layers of his muscular lines distinctly visible.
He was half-kneeling on the sofa, while his other leg pushed open a woman’s legs, only seeing a pair of petite, white legs firmly gripped by his veiny large hand, full of extre desire.
"Mm..."
A woman’s soft moans sounded, intermittent, distinctly shattered.
As if to soothe the woman beneath him, Sebastian Blackwood’s dominant actions slowed, a hoarse voice mixed with low gasps: "Relax, don’t be so nervous."
Sylvia stood behind, witnessing all of this.
She was completely stunned, her mind a blank!
Was that Sebastian Blackwood?
How is that possible!
Sylvia couldn’t believe it, but she also dared not take another step forward, covering her mouth, she turned and fled.
Returning to her car.
Sylvia’s blank mind finally started to race, her jaw uncontrollably trembling, her whole body shivering terribly, she couldn’t even hold the steering wheel steady.
How could this be, how could this be...
Her mind was filled with only this sentence.
But her heart knew all too well, the woman being pressed down on the sofa by Sebastian Blackwood was Ivy Kensington!
For a mont, Sylvia’s eyes grew dull.
She actually noticed a long ti ago that Ivy Kensington was different in Sebastian Blackwood’s mind...
She always seed to provoke myriad emotions in this man, who typically displayed little emotional fluctuation — even fury, that others couldn’t elicit from him.
While in front of her, Sebastian Blackwood was always calm, doing everything indifferently and casually.
Who’s more important, Sylvia knew well.
With a glance, Sylvia found herself shedding tears, she laughed self-mockingly.
What was this?
If he didn’t like her, then why be good to her before? Now that her heart was moved, he let her know she was nothing more than a trivial existence!
Thinking this, a trace of resentnt gradually erged in Sylvia’s otherwise gentle heart.
But soon she cald it down.
Her eyes looked calmly forward, finally starting the car and driving away from the Blackwood Group.
Inside the CEO’s office.
The sky had darkened, Ivy Kensington was bathed and held, avoiding the wounds on her body, she was re-dicated, exuding a faint scent of dicine.
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