Ethan Ford watched as Ivy Kensington nestled in Sebastian Blackwood’s arms, gradually walking away, his handsome brows and eyes growing progressively more sullen.
He never expected that Ivy would refuse to divorce in the end. Could it be that she had really fallen for Sebastian?
At this moment, Rhiannon Zane’s face also looked quite unpleasant. The more she recalled that scene earlier, the more embarrassed she felt.
From now on, the entire lab’s members were likely to mock her secretly!
They’d laugh at her for having no sense of her own limitations and daring to sneer at Ivy!
Unwillingly parting her lips, Rhiannon Zane walked to Ethan Ford’s side.
Ethan Ford glanced at her with a lack of courtesy, saying, "Don’t bother me."
Outside the Japanese restaurant.
Sebastian Blackwood’s Maybach was parked nearby, and Ivy Kensington got into the car with the man.
Sebastian reclined on the seat, quite interested in looking at the photo just taken by Rhiannon Zane.
"Is it good-looking?"
Ivy Kensington leaned over to ask him.
Sebastian lifted his eyelids to glance at her and asked rhetorically, "Would your man be anything but good-looking?"
Ivy Kensington: "..." Narcissistic.
But it was indeed true. Even though Rhiannon Zane was too stunned to think about taking a photo, Sebastian Blackwood still looked unrealistically handsome in the photo.
And in reality, he was far better looking than in the photo.
Ivy couldn’t help but give him a glance—
The car was lit with warm yellow light, and amidst the interplay of light and shadow, the man’s facial features appeared handsome and strong, deep-set eyes, cold and hard contour lines, each of which exceeded those of the most popular male stars of today.
Ivy felt inexplicably parched.
She turned her face away, forcing herself not to look.
Such charm was dangerous!
This act made Sebastian’s Adam’s apple slide; he grasped her chin, making her look back at him, "Can’t bear to look?"
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Ivy quietly retorted.
Sebastian snorted from his nose, clearly not convinced. His gaze fell on Ivy’s rosy lips, and his eyes darkened.
The ambiguous atmosphere spread in the car cabin.
Owen Rhodes, driving upfront, quickly sensed something wrong and hurriedly raised the partition.
Master Blackwood and Mistress’s intimate moment wasn’t something he should spy on, though he was tempted to catch some drama...
Owen Rhodes thought privately, stealing a glance, catching a glimpse of two increasingly close figures just as the partition fell completely.
Ivy Kensington felt somewhat nervous too. She knew he intended to kiss her, and instinctively closed her eyes...
But after waiting for a bit, she didn’t feel that familiar wetness on her lips.
In the next second, she opened her eyes to see Sebastian Blackwood with his eyes tightly shut, brows painfully furrowed...
Ivy asked anxiously, immediately grabbing his wrist.
But the man forcefully shook off her hand, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at her.
Ivy was stunned, how could this be...
After a moment’s silence, Sebastian soon realized he had lost his temper with Ivy, exhaling deeply, he swallowed, saying, "Sorry."
His head felt like it was splitting.
The scene of Nina Shaw’s brother dying before him tore open once again, and Sebastian lowered the partition, ordering, "Have the therapist come over."
Owen was taken aback; Master Blackwood hadn’t had much headache today, yet it recurred at night?
Knowing this was no trivial matter, Owen quickly responded, "Alright, Master Blackwood."
Fortunately, the Maybach had already driven back to the estate.
Sebastian got out of the car, striding back to his room first.
Ivy Kensington watched his receding figure, feeling an emptiness inside...