Ivy Kensington looked at the scene before her, her heart felt as if it shattered.
She closed her eyes slightly, wanting to escape from it all, but Mrs. Langley emerged at that moment, saying, "Miss Kensington, Master Blackwood said you can’t leave without his permission for now."
Ivy couldn’t understand. She had said such harsh words, so why wasn’t she allowed to leave?
Sebastian Blackwood wasn’t letting her go, and in this manor, no one dared to let her escape.
Ivy had no choice but to wait here until dawn.
"Miss Kensington, Master Blackwood wants you to stay in this room."
Mrs. Langley led Ivy upstairs, pointing to the room next to the master bedroom.
Ivy lowered her lashes. She truly didn’t want to stay here; next door were Sebastian Blackwood and Claire Crowley, she couldn’t sleep at all!
"Miss Kensington, please."
Mrs. Langley said as she opened the door, leaving Ivy no choice but to walk in.
Though it was a guest room, it was very tidy inside. Ivy lay on the bed but suddenly heard the soft moans of a woman.
She finally understood Sebastian Blackwood’s intention. He was making her listen to how he and Claire Crowley were in love!
"Master Blackwood, ooh ooh... be gentle, there’s our baby inside..."
Reasonably speaking, the Blackwood Manor’s soundproofing should be excellent, yet somehow Claire Crowley’s voice from the master bedroom was so clear at this moment.
Ivy bit her lower lip hard.
No, she didn’t want to hear this...
Pulling the covers over her head, Ivy hid beneath them, unable to suppress a few sobs from escaping.
She was the one who pushed Sebastian Blackwood away; right now, she deserved this!
When Claire Crowley was brought into the room, her heart was ecstatic.
It was as if even the heavens were helping her; she had been worried about how to smoothly proceed with her engagement banquet with Sebastian Blackwood, and now it’s as if fate handed her the chance!
"Master Blackwood..."
Claire Crowley said sweetly, walking over to hug the man’s strong waist, tiptoeing to try to kiss his lips.
And just as she was about to touch them, "Get lost!"
A cold aura trembled out from Sebastian Blackwood’s chest, pushing Claire Crowley onto the sofa.
She hadn’t even touched the big bed!
"Master Blackwood..."
Claire Crowley pursed her lips, unwilling to give up, calling him with grievance.
Wasn’t he the one who asked if she was willing to become Mrs. Blackwood?
So why this cold attitude now?
Sebastian Blackwood sat on the edge of the bed; just a moment ago, Ivy was still nestled in his arms.
Now looking, it was so ironic!
Raising his hand to loosen the tightly buttoned collar, Sebastian Blackwood lowered his gaze and asked coldly, "Do you know how to moan?"
Claire Crowley was stunned, these words actually coming from Sebastian Blackwood’s mouth...
Seeing her sitting there stiffly like a piece of wood, the impatience in Sebastian Blackwood’s exquisite brows grew more apparent.
"I’m asking you, do you know how to moan!"
The magnetic deep voice was evidently tinged with anger, and the man flung the nearby ashtray to the ground.
Claire Crowley was startled into a jump; she was a woman, of course she knew how...
After hesitating for a moment, Claire Crowley followed his request and started moaning.
"Louder, act sluttier."
Sebastian Blackwood’s handsome face was expressionless, yet the words that came from his mouth were mixed with sensuality.
Claire Crowley’s face alternated between red and white, partly from shame and partly from anger.
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Claire Crowley said with grievance, "If you really touch me, I can definitely moan better."
Upon hearing this, Sebastian Blackwood glanced at her indifferently, then walked to her side, raising his hand to pinch her chin, as if about to kiss her.