"Master Blackwood, have you already fallen in love with me?"
In Ivy Kensington’s beautiful eyes, there seemed to be a shimmering layer of light, captivating every heart it touched.
Sebastian Blackwood’s Adam’s apple rolled, unable to speak the words of denial.
"Since Master Blackwood isn’t speaking, I’ll take it as an admission."
Ivy Kensington laughed playfully, her eyes full of triumphant mischief.
For the first time, Master Blackwood was so easily manipulated by a woman, his deep eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to pinch Ivy’s small face.
Ivy wasn’t afraid of him, and continued: "Master Blackwood, you are indeed in love with me."
Sebastian suddenly closed his eyes tightly.
When he opened them again, red veins appeared in his eyes, and he spoke with a hoarse voice: "No."
He still refused to admit it.
Ivy was not in a hurry; the initiative was in her hands now. She smiled wantonly: "Alright then, if you don’t love me, what are you here for, Master Blackwood? Leave."
As she spoke, she was about to push him away.
The warmth of the woman’s body disappeared from his embrace, leaving Sebastian’s heart momentarily empty. He truly felt like he was poisoned by Ivy Kensington.
He possessively clasped Ivy’s hand, pulling her back into his arms.
Four years ago, and even more so now.
Ivy’s small face was buried in his chest, her pink lips forming a sarcastic smile.
"But Master Blackwood, winning my heart is not so easy."
Upon hearing this, Sebastian chuckled quietly: "What do you want me to do?"
If he couldn’t see through Ivy’s little schemes by now, then these past years would have been in vain.
"It’s very simple, chase me."
Ivy raised her charming little face, answering briskly.
Whether he could win her over or not, time would tell.
Sebastian coldly snorted; chasing women was something he had never done before, and he disdained to pursue any woman.
Ivy saw his expression and knew immediately what he was thinking. Her eyebrows curved slightly, "If you don’t chase me, Master Blackwood, don’t come bothering me, so as not to spoil my prospects, I still plan on getting married."
Hearing this, Sebastian couldn’t help but imagine Ivy delighting under another man. Instantly, a fierce look appeared on his refined brow.
"Master Blackwood, try and see if I dare."
Ivy was fearless of Sebastian’s angry eyes, provocatively returning his gaze.
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With a low growl, Sebastian’s firm chin dipped slightly, directly capturing Ivy’s red lips in a kiss.
The disparity in strength between men and women was naturally profound. Sebastian held the woman’s slender wrist firmly, kissing her with commanding force.
After a bout of breathlessness.
Sebastian buried his head in Ivy’s neck, his warm breath sprayed onto her skin, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
"Ivy, I will make you willingly become my Mrs. Blackwood."
A man like Sebastian always acted decisively; once he decided to do something, there would be no hesitation. This time, his intent for Ivy was unyielding!
Ivy’s lashes trembled lightly, she replied sweetly: "Let’s wait and see."
Becoming Mrs. Blackwood would not be his choice alone!
Ivy got up and made breakfast for the three adorable kids.
Cody kicked his little short legs, his large, black-and-white eyes blinking, "Mommy, did someone come over last night? Your lips are so swollen, did a bad guy bully you?"
This morning when Ivy woke up, her lips were red and swollen; she thought the three little ones wouldn’t notice, but Cody directly asked.