Ivy Kensington was startled and instinctively tried to pry the incoming hand away.
Unexpectedly, the person seemed prepared and immediately grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his embrace. This text is hosted at noveⅼfire.net
"Ivy, are you trying to get yourself killed."
The man’s deep voice was filled with immense anger.
Ivy looked up and saw the handsome features of Sebastian Blackwood. He looked anxious, with a hint of fatigue lingering between his sharp brows and eyes, as if he had come hurriedly from afar.
After leaving the Blackwood Estate last time, a significant international project required his presence abroad for a week.
The project wasn’t quite completed, but then the news of the Ford Group’s heiress’s grand wedding reached him, and he even received an invitation.
Ha, who gave her the guts to dare marry Ethan Ford behind his back?!
Sebastian’s gaze darkened further as he forcefully pinched Ivy’s cheek with his fingers.
This bridal makeup, however, was done beautifully!
With growing hostility in his eyes, Sebastian pressed his index finger harshly against Ivy’s red lips, smudging her exquisite lipstick at the corner.
"Ivy, I warned you not to get too close to Ethan Ford."
His words were dangerously cold, his eyes filled with ice.
Ivy’s cheeks ached from his grasp, and she turned her face away, trying to evade his control.
"Answer my question!"
Sebastian bellowed in a low voice, clearly on the brink of rage.
Ivy was also angry, glaring at him, "Who I want to marry is my freedom! You’re just my ex-husband; what right do you have to interfere? We have nothing to do with each other anymore!"
Her words made Sebastian’s heart and organs ache intensely.
"Fine, then tell me, what’s the point of sleeping with me after the divorce."
Does sleeping together also mean nothing?
Ivy choked for a moment, then said, "We’re all adults, isn’t it normal to have physical needs? Physical pleasure comes and goes, what does it have to do with feelings?"
Bravo for saying it comes and goes!
Sebastian was truly enraged, "Ivy, you’re really a slut!"
What else do you call sleeping around with men so casually?
The word stung Ivy’s nerves. From start to finish, she had only ever been with him, while he had entangled with Nina Shaw, Claire Crowley, and others, yet he turned it around to call her a slut.
Angry beyond measure, Ivy grabbed onto his hand and bit down hard.
Sebastian frowned slightly from her bite and simply bent down, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and hoisted her over his shoulder, striding out.
"What are you doing..."
Ivy panicked; the wedding was only minutes away, what was he planning to do now?
"Ivy, like I said, if you dare to get married, I dare to steal the bride!"
Sebastian always meant what he said. Ivy was his woman, and anyone who took her would be doomed.
Ivy trembled with rage, struggling fiercely, "You bastard, put me down!"
Theodore Ford was right outside, and if she left , there was no telling if he would be so angry that his health would deteriorate even faster.
Such consequences, she couldn’t afford to gamble!
Considering this, Ivy gave in, "Sebastian, let’s talk this over, please put me down first, okay?"
Her softened tone only fueled the flames of fury in Sebastian’s heart even more.
Just now, she fought him tooth and nail, but now, in order to stay and complete the wedding, she knew to be meek with him...
Suddenly, a fierce shout was heard.