But before she could catch her breath, a large hand, cold to the touch, tightly grasped the back of her neck.
Her whole body instantly tensed up!
The man’s deep, cold voice sounded, and Ivy Kensington bit her lip hard.
She dared not face Sebastian Blackwood now. If he got a clear look at her face as Lena Vance, it might provoke him even more!
Thinking quickly, Ivy decisively turned the tables and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest.
The woman remained silent.
Yet the aura around her was so familiar.
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Sebastian’s deep eyes darkened intensely, his Adam’s apple moving almost imperceptibly. After a long moment, he raised a hand and gently touched the top of her head.
"Ivy, you’re back..."
Ivy’s nose tingled with emotion, but she dared not speak, knowing her voice was significantly different from before.
She could only tighten her grip around his lean waist slightly and nod in his embrace.
Sebastian had been poisoned and did not take the antidote given by Evan Lowell.
Pride was ingrained in his bones; what was the Lowell Group to him? He didn’t care for their antidote.
Ivy held him quietly for a while, soon feeling his rising body temperature.
She knew it wasn’t because of anything else—the poison in his system was acting up again.
The antidote must be administered within twenty minutes, or his life would be at risk...
Thinking of this, Ivy sighed inwardly.
Then, she raised her hand to cover his eyes, holding his hand with the other, leading him back to the bed.
Sebastian understood her intention, obediently gripping her small hand tightly and lying down on the bed as she led him.
Ivy continued to cover his eyes with her hand, then tore a strip of fabric from the edge of her clothes to blindfold him.
Sebastian was compliant throughout, unwilling only to let go of her hand.
As if afraid that if he let go, she would disappear.
Ivy had the antidote from Evan, one hand holding Sebastian’s tightly while the other fed the antidote into his mouth.
Her fingertip brushed lightly over his thin lips.
Ivy was momentarily stunned, and in the next second, the large hand holding hers relaxed, easily pinning her wrist above her head.
She let out a short gasp.
Unable to cover her mouth in time, the man who had been so obedient suddenly removed the fabric from his eyes.
As he did this, Ivy’s heart almost stopped beating!
It’s over. If he saw Lena Vance’s face...
She couldn’t bear to think of the consequences!
Swallowing hard, Ivy mustered all her strength to push the man pressing against her away, hastily trying to escape the bed!
However, Sebastian moved faster.
In an instant, realizing her attempt to slip away, he grabbed her slender waist, pinning her down on the soft bed.
Ivy instinctively pulled the quilt over her face.
No, he mustn’t see her...
However, his fingers still caught the edge of the quilt, about to pull it down.
Ivy steeled her resolve, directly kissing his thin lips through the quilt fabric.
She had also taken the antidote, the poison in her system already neutralized...
Surprised by her initiative, Sebastian paused for a second, then took the lead.
This familiar taste, only Ivy could give him!
Urgent knocking on the door sounded, and Claire Crowley’s voice called from outside, "Sebastian, that bitch Lena Vance slipped into your room! Open the door now!"