Ivy Kensington quickly hung up the phone and then walked to the door and opened it: "What are you doing... uh!"
She never expected that Sebastian Blackwood would directly grab her waist and kiss her.
Ivy Kensington was extremely angry. What the hell, she should have known better than to open the door for him.
Sebastian Blackwood stared at the woman in front of him with bloodshot eyes. He felt like he was going crazy, driven mad by her.
From the moment he saw her appear, images of her kept popping into his mind, and now she was the only one he wanted!
"Ivy, we haven’t divorced yet. You have the obligation to fulfill your marital duties."
Sebastian Blackwood pinched her waist and shoved her down onto the sofa.
The man’s heavy body weighed down on her, nearly suffocating Ivy. Hearing those words, she became angrier, "Marital duties? Sebastian Blackwood, can you be any more shameless?"
Four years ago, he made her miscarry and wanted to take her heart, and now he wanted her to fulfill marital duties, bastard!
Ivy Kensington turned her face away, but her chin was gripped fiercely, and Sebastian’s forceful kiss pressed down again.
"You have no right to refuse!"
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The next day, Ivy Kensington woke up to see Sebastian Blackwood lying by her side, a deep coldness flashing through her beautiful eyes.
If she wanted, she could easily pierce the man’s carotid artery right now, and four years of vengeance would be complete.
Ivy’s lips curled slightly, her hand reaching towards Sebastian’s neck.
"What, thinking of killing me?"
His deep voice came, and he opened his eyes, looking at her with a teasing smile.
Ivy Kensington laughed awkwardly but hooked her arm around him, "What are you talking about? My hand just hurts, look at what you did."
Her body and arms were covered with bright red kiss marks.
Sebastian’s expression turned awkwardly somber.
He also didn’t expect that the first person he thought of last night would be Ivy Kensington.
Pushing the woman off him, Sebastian got up and spoke coldly, "Remember to take the morning-after pill."
Infuriated, Ivy Kensington gritted her teeth. A bastard will always be a bastard; he hadn’t changed in four years.
Sneering, Ivy said, "I don’t need your reminder; I certainly don’t want your child."
The words of disdain made Sebastian’s expression grow even uglier.
She didn’t want his child, yet the ones four years ago she loved to death.
Ivy couldn’t be bothered with him, got up, and simply made some breakfast. She thought he was gone, but unexpectedly, when she brought out the breakfast, he was sitting at the dining table comfortably.
Sebastian took the bowl of noodles from her hand, saying thank you graciously.
Ivy was stunned. Could this man be any more shameless?!
With a cold expression, Ivy snatched the bowl back and started eating.
In the end, Sebastian took a pair of chopsticks and even fought with her for it!
Angry enough to kick him out, Ivy finished the noodles but still felt hungry, all because of this bastard Sebastian!
Sebastian leisurely wiped his mouth, commenting, "A bit salty."
He ate her breakfast and still complained it was salty, truly shameless.
Afterwards, when Ivy washed the dishes and came out, Sebastian finally wisely left.
The woman looked at the closed door and let out a cold smile, and the captivating gleam in her eyes revealed disgust.
Wait and see, Sebastian Blackwood, it’s just the beginning; she will surely make him feel the pain she endured four years ago.
Just then, a melodious ringtone sounded, and when Ivy picked it up, the voice on the other end instantly brought tears to her eyes.