Suddenly, Sebastian Blackwood’s deep voice rang out, and Ivy Kensington was momentarily stunned.
Ivy instinctively clutched the hem of her dress tightly.
"No... don’t take it off..."
But Sebastian didn’t bother with words, he simply took her small hands, pressed them gently behind her, then grabbed the edge of her clothing and flipped it upwards, revealing the white skin of the woman before him.
Ivy was so embarrassed that she wanted to die: "Sebastian Blackwood, you bastard!"
How dare he take off her clothes!
In her struggle, Ivy’s whole body turned a light shade of pink, making the knife scar on her waist that hadn’t fully healed yet more conspicuous.
Seeing this, Sebastian’s deep-set eyes suddenly turned cold, his handsome features becoming more somber and unfathomable.
The next second, he let go of Ivy’s clothes, pulled the thin blanket from the bed, covered her, and walked out.
Ivy was utterly confused and had no idea what he intended. She thought he had left, so she clung to the quilt and closed her eyes.
It’s just as well that he’s gone; she’s very tired now and doesn’t want to entangle with him.
As she drifted in and out of sleep, Ivy faintly heard someone coming in again, but she was too sleepy to want to open her eyes and look. For more chapters visit N0velFire.ɴet
Sebastian held in his hand a top-quality scar repair ointment sent over by Owen Rhodes. As he stepped in and saw her petite figure curled up in the bed, his icy demeanor slightly softened.
That damn woman, sometimes her sharp tongue really is infuriating.
But looking , she especially provoked heartache.
He rarely moved so gently, walking over to Ivy’s bedside, lifting the blanket, and finding the scar on her skin he had seen before. He took the ointment, dabbed a bit on his fingertip, and then carefully and meticulously applied it to the scar.
Sebastian looked sincere, as if he was not just applying ointment but signing a billion-dollar contract.
Ivy opened her eyes and saw this scene, her heart couldn’t help but start beating rapidly...
But soon, she was engulfed by a sour feeling.
Why did he always have to treat her so well after hurting her?
It’s like being slapped, then given candy – no matter how sweet the candy, the pain can’t be forgotten.
As if sensing she was awake, Sebastian cast his eyes downwards to look at her. Ivy quickly closed her eyes, pretending to know nothing.
After finishing applying the ointment, Sebastian placed it on the side cabinet, then pulled her back under the covers.
The faint scent of cold wood on the man wafted to her nose. He was especially close, causing Ivy’s breath to tighten a fraction, and she instinctively tensed her body.
Suddenly, Sebastian chuckled softly, speaking in a roguish tone, "Since you’re not awake, stealing a kiss shouldn’t be a problem."
Saying this, his fingers easily pinched the woman’s cheek, his warm breath coming closer.
Ivy could no longer pretend, she swiftly covered her mouth with her hand, glaring at him, "Don’t think you can take advantage of me!"
Seeing she was awake, Sebastian lazily straightened his posture, lowering his eyes to gaze at her.
"Who’s taking advantage of whom? It’s hard to say."
After all, plenty of women outside wanted him.
Ivy understood his implication and was livid, grabbing the pillow below her and throwing it at him, "Scumbag!"
Unexpectedly, Sebastian easily caught the pillow she threw. Then, supporting himself with one hand beside her, he spoke in a low, enticing voice, "A scumbag turning over a new leaf for you, isn’t that good?"
Turning over a new leaf for her...
Ivy couldn’t deny that at this moment, her heart was leaping into her throat.
Always knowing how to entrap people.
She cursed silently in her heart, but the next second, Sebastian seized the moment to kiss her pink lips...