Ivy Kensington was held by the man and directly thrown into the car.
In the cramped space, Sebastian Blackwood’s tall figure loomed over her, his dark eyes dangerously fixed on Ivy. "Were you having fun dancing up there?"
Ivy felt a bit scared under his gaze and swallowed nervously. "It’s none of Mr. Blackwood’s business." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel⟡fire.net
A fine phrase, ’none of his business’. This damned woman always knows how to ignite his fury!
Sebastian decisively grasped Ivy’s chin and kissed her as a form of punishment.
Ivy felt the pain as the corner of her mouth got bitten and broke the skin...
She instinctively raised her hand, and this time, Sebastian accurately caught her wrist.
He sneered, "Trying to fight again?"
Ivy’s thin skin couldn’t help but flush. She held back her shiver and said, "Mr. Blackwood, I just want to discuss Ronnie’s matters with you."
Upon hearing this, the corner of Sebastian’s lips slightly twitched.
He finally let her go and sat sideways to the side, casually tidying his dark suit.
"Do you think you can compete with me for Ronnie’s custody?"
Ivy instantly clenched her fists. If Sebastian really wanted Ronnie’s custody, she definitely couldn’t win, it’s just that...
"I am Ronnie’s mother!"
"Is that so?" The man lazily questioned, saying in a low voice, "In the Blackwood family, there can only be one father, but there can be many choices for a mother."
His words meant that there are plenty of people willing to be Ronnie’s stepmother!
Ivy was nearly brought to tears by his words. She gritted her teeth and said, "So what exactly do you want me to do?"
Sebastian raised his brows, then started the car and drove off directly.
The Maybach finally stopped at Blackwood Manor.
As soon as he entered the door, Sebastian began to undress, from the coat to the shirt, his movements were swift.
Ivy’s heart was about to jump out; he couldn’t possibly be...
She still had a baby in her belly.
"Mr. Blackwood, I’m not going to..."
Before she finished speaking, Sebastian gave her a mocking look. "Don’t flatter yourself, go clean the bathtub and fill it for a bath."
So that’s how it is...
Ivy instantly let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly went upstairs.
Blackwood Manor was Sebastian’s private property. After the wedding, he had been living in the marital home, and no housekeeping service had been here. Many pieces of furniture were coated with a thin layer of dust.
The bathtub was vast, embedded flush into the floor, measuring three meters in length and width, almost akin to a small swimming pool.
Ivy crouched on the floor, laboriously cleaning it.
Sebastian entered just to see such a captivating scene—a woman kneeling, her plump hip line immediately drawing the eye, and her two slender white legs further itching at the heart.
Sebastian’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze darkening.
He spoke suddenly, startling Ivy, and she hurriedly stood up.
By now, the bathtub had also been filled with water.
Ivy didn’t plan on staying longer and turned to leave.
"Give me the towel and then go out."
Sebastian’s voice sounded a bit impatient, leaving Ivy somewhat aggrieved.
She hadn’t done anything, so why speak in such a tone...
Gritting her lips in frustration, Ivy opened a new towel, brought it over and handed it to him.
She didn’t notice the water on the floor; her foot slipped, and with a splash, she fell into the bathtub.
Since falling into the sea last time, Ivy had always had a psychological shadow. This sudden fall frightened her into quickly clutching onto Sebastian beside her.
The man’s body was as hot as a ball of fire, sending a shock through Ivy’s heart...