Sebastian Blackwood originally intended to show her some concern, but being treated by the woman in such a tone, a surge of irritation suddenly swelled within his chest.
His deep eyes darkened, coldly glaring at her, and he warned, "You’d better not act out in front of me."
Otherwise, he had plenty of ways to deal with her.
Ivy Kensington heard the underlying meaning in his words, and couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness and heartache.
When facing Claire Crowley, he was gentle and soft-spoken.
But with her, he could hardly wait to skin her alive!
Ivy suddenly felt particularly wronged. She bit her lower lip, ignored Sebastian, climbed onto the bed, and curled up under the covers, silently shedding tears.
She couldn’t understand why she had to endure such hardship by his side, having suffered so much, and yet still foolishly feeling heartbroken for him...
Ivy pulled the blanket over her face, her little face soaked with tears.
She didn’t know how long she had been crying, just as she was about to groggily fall asleep, everything in front of her suddenly lit up brightly, and Sebastian’s tall, slender figure stood before her.
"Do you really not want to talk to me that much?"
Sebastian’s cold and deep voice sounded, but he suddenly saw Ivy’s face full of tears.
The stuffy sensation in his chest suddenly jolted.
Ivy had always been strong-willed in front of him, always confronting him head-on. Earlier, he’d thought she didn’t want to deal with him and had burrowed into the blanket; he didn’t expect her to be here secretly crying.
Sebastian was unusually silent.
When Ivy saw his surprised look, she knew she must be terribly embarrassed now.
She quickly yanked the blanket to cover herself up tightly and said angrily yet shyly, "What are you doing? Who told you to pull my blanket without saying a word..."
After saying that, she wanted to crawl back into the blanket.
Unexpectedly, this time, Sebastian didn’t give her the chance to hide under the covers. He grabbed her slender arm and pulled her into his embrace.
"Why are you crying?"
He asked her seriously and sternly.
Ivy subconsciously bit her lower lip tightly, why was she crying?
Wasn’t it because he wholeheartedly favored Claire Crowley!
What on earth did Claire have that was worth it...
But she couldn’t possibly tell him these things. He liked Claire now, and saying this might just make him mock her.
Thinking about it, Ivy casually made up an excuse: "It’s a stomachache, I’m not feeling well."
After saying that, she tried to break free from his embrace and retreat back under the covers.
However, Sebastian kept his gaze fixed on her, as if trying to see through her soul, causing Ivy’s heart to tremble under his stare.
What... on earth did he want to do?
Just when she couldn’t bear his gaze any longer and was about to confess everything, Sebastian suddenly let her go and tucked her back in.
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Ivy blankly watched his tall back, her eyelashes slowly drooping.
Perhaps... he didn’t care at all why she was crying...
Thinking this, Ivy eventually succumbed to sleepiness and drifted off into a muddled sleep.
She didn’t notice Sebastian returning quietly. He gently got onto the bed, lay down beside her, extended a long arm, and held her in his embrace.
His other hand gently rested on her lower abdomen, rubbing it for her.
Ivy was deeply asleep, but she had a vague sensation of a warm big hand on her lower abdomen. If it weren’t for the fact that the pregnancy was still early, perhaps the baby inside would have kicked...
Sebastian silently watched the woman’s sleeping face in the deep night, a smile of self-mockery in his eyes.
"Ivy Kensington, in the end, you just don’t love me."
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have ruthlessly aborted his child, and wouldn’t remain indifferent upon seeing the scandals between him and Claire Crowley.
What could he possibly do to make her love him, even just a little?
For the first time in his life, the arrogant man was at a loss.