She found that this place was like a birdcage, guarded everywhere, she couldn’t escape!
Ivy Kensington pursed her lips, her face flushed with anger.
Damn Sebastian Blackwood!
"Miss Kensington, we’re here, please go in."
The servant opened the door for her, quietly reminded her.
Ivy responded with a nod, planning to put down the medicine bowl and leave, but noticed Sebastian lying in bed, under the dim light, his face flushed unnaturally.
What’s wrong with him?
Ivy paused, unable to resist approaching him.
She reached out to touch him, discovering that Sebastian had a high fever.
Seeing the wound on his arm, Ivy realized it was a high fever triggered by an infection.
Sighing, she recognized she wasn’t the type to pretend she hadn’t seen and leave heartlessly, so she resigned herself to sit by his bed and took out some alcohol to cool him down physically.
Ivy dared not make big movements, fearful of waking him, she carefully pulled up his shirt, and wiped his body with a towel.
Observing him, she truly appreciated Sebastian’s physique.
His muscles were well-defined yet not overly strong, athletic and balanced, with healthy tan skin; even through the towel, Ivy could feel the heat from his body.
For a moment, it felt somewhat scorching; she quickly wiped him several times and checked his temperature several times, finally seeing it drop. Ivy tossed the towel aside, intending to leave.
Unexpectedly— "Don’t go."
Suddenly Sebastian woke up and grabbed her wrist.
Ivy was stunned, "How did you wake up?"
"With you by my side, I naturally feel it."
Sebastian’s deep voice said.
It seemed he had been awake for a while, just pretending!
Ivy couldn’t help but feel a bit angry, folded her arms, and said, "Fine, since it’s , considering I’ve taken care of you, you let me go back."
Instantly, Sebastian’s handsome face turned somber, there was no way he was letting her go back to marry Ethan Ford.
Ivy saw communication with him was impossible, so she simply stopped speaking, turned around to leave.
However, Sebastian was determined to hold onto her, as she moved, he exerted force on his arm, pulling her straight into his embrace.
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The man groaned, that moment bumped into the wound on his arm.
Ivy coldly looked at the bandage that was seeping blood again: "Serves you right."
Who told him to insist on grabbing her?
Sebastian heard her indifferent words, didn’t get angry, and said calmly: "Sleep."
With the wound seeping blood, could he really sleep?
Ivy frowned, unable to comprehend Sebastian’s actions.
Yet Sebastian stubbornly held her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Ivy’s mind was even more chaotic, was his feeling for her possessiveness or love?
If it was love, it was quite laughable, after all he had done so many things to hurt her before...
Her mind racing, Ivy couldn’t resist her drowsiness and eventually fell asleep.
Seeing the person in his arms asleep, Sebastian’s hand on her waist tightened slightly.
He gently kissed her forehead and whispered, "Ivy, don’t run, you’re mine."
Possessiveness and love.
No one could steal her away from his side.
In the following half month.
Ivy hadn’t seen Sebastian again, nor could she get any news from the outside world.
One day, unable to endure it anymore, she lost her temper: "Get Sebastian Blackwood to see me, or I won’t eat another bite."
This strategy was his doing.
The servants saw her angry, were somewhat scared, didn’t dare move.
Outside the door, Sebastian stood still, hearing her words, a cold smile appeared on his lips, as he strode inside.