Sebastian Blackwood opened his eyes, his eyelids lowered, and his gaze fell on the girl beside him.
At first glance, he could see her eyes.
Big and round, with extraordinarily dense eyelashes, Ivy Kensington’s face inexplicably flashed in his mind.
As if these beautiful eyes should be on Ivy’s face, not on the face of "Dahlia Kensington" in front of him.
Ivy saw him staring at her constantly and couldn’t help but tentatively call out to him.
Suddenly, Sebastian chuckled, pulling Ivy into his arms, raising her chin with a slightly lazy demeanor, "Be good, call me husband."
Ivy’s whole body stiffened, especially her little face, which was thoroughly red.
How could she say that...
She had barely uttered two words when Sebastian suddenly pressed down on her lips and kissed her.
Ivy immediately clutched her dress tightly, her heart pounding fiercely.
Sebastian looked at her, half-smiling.
Ivy’s thin skin couldn’t take his teasing any longer, finally calling out those two words.
But deep down, she knew very well that this wasn’t her place—she was merely a pretender.
Sebastian pinched her face, though his brows furrowed, "Next time, don’t put on such heavy makeup."
Ivy’s heart skipped a beat. Could he really be suspicious?
But anyway, this was the last time, and perhaps they’d never meet again afterward.
Sebastian took Ivy to an auction house.
Ivy didn’t quite understand, so Sebastian explained, "A wedding gift for you. Choose something you like and take it home."
Ivy nodded, but her fingers anxiously twisted together.
She wasn’t Dahlia Kensington, and this wedding gift shouldn’t be hers to choose. The most update n0vels are published on n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net
Nevertheless, to avoid revealing the truth, she chose a gem according to Dahlia’s preferences.
Sebastian asked, his face turned slightly.
Ivy nodded, then she was pulled up by the man and led through layers of corridors to a room.
As soon as she entered, she was pushed against the door, with Sebastian’s heated body pressing down.
"Having bought something, shouldn’t you pay some interest?"
He chuckled softly, biting Ivy’s shoulder.
Ivy winced from the pain and shrank back, finally following his lead and indulging herself.
As soon as Ivy left, Dahlia Kensington had people reporting their whereabouts to her in real-time.
After hearing, she couldn’t help but explode in rage, "That bitch Ivy!"
Sebastian was clearly her man!
At that moment, Stanley Kensington came downstairs and saw her shouting and yelling, sternly chiding, "This is your choice, you can’t blame anyone else."
"Dad, how can you say that about me?"
Dahlia cried uncontrollably, unable to retort.
If she had known, she wouldn’t have drunk before the wedding night, nor randomly entered Ivy’s room...
"Enough, I’m going to the hospital now. Your allergies will clear up in a few days, pay attention to your demeanor, don’t disgrace the Kensington Family!"
Stanley threw down a sentence and walked away.
As he left, Anne Linden also came downstairs, her face pale, as if she had discovered an earth-shattering secret.
"Mom, what’s wrong? Why do you look so terrible?"
"Dahlia, that person... that person isn’t dead yet!"
It was the first time Dahlia saw Anne with this expression, about to ask what was going on when Anne suddenly whispered a name in her ear.
Suddenly, Dahlia’s face was full of shock...