Evan Lowell’s eyes were sullen, clearly tinged with a hint of cold laughter. The moment Ivy Kensington met his gaze, it felt as if her entire body was once again frozen.
A piercing chill that cuts to the bone.
She had no choice but to leave with Evan Lowell.
Her daughter was still in his hands...
Ivy Kensington swallowed again and again, finally saying, "I... I’ll go with you."
As the words fell, she dared not even glance at Sebastian Blackwood.
Sebastian held the woman tightly in his arms, and upon hearing her, he pretended as if he didn’t hear anything.
"Ivy, stop being difficult."
He raised his hand, gently caressing her eyebrows and eyes. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel(ꜰ)ire.net
This gesture was exceptionally gentle, and it pierced Ivy’s heart even more.
Sorry, she had to leave with Evan Lowell...
Ivy Kensington said, struggling to get out of his embrace.
Evan Lowell’s lips curved slightly, "Master Blackwood seems to have forgotten, Ivy is now my fiancée. Whether she’s Lena Vance or Ivy Kensington, she’s mine!"
Then, Evan also stepped boldly into the cold storage, grabbing Ivy’s wrist.
Sebastian Blackwood’s gaze was ink-like and dark, his eyes fixed on Evan’s fingers grasping Ivy’s wrist.
Violent emotions swirled in his chest.
The next second, "Boom—"
With a dull sound, the man’s fist, like iron, slammed fiercely forward.
Caught off guard, Evan Lowell was directly hit to the ground by the punch.
"What are you using to threaten her!"
Sebastian’s tone was icy, as he raised his hand to grab Evan’s collar.
Evan met his gaze without backing down, "What do you think it would be? Of course, it’s that Ivy herself is willing. She has me in her heart, that’s why she’s willing to leave with me!"
"Also, in these months I’ve been with Ivy, what happy things have we not done? I cherish every inch of her!"
Evan said provocatively, and Sebastian’s mind instantly conjured up that video he had seen before.
In the video, Ivy actively kissed Evan.
An apocalyptic sense of agitation surged into his heart, and Sebastian once again clenched his fist, ready to strike down fiercely.
Ivy shouted at him with a voice hoarse to the limit.
Those words of Evan’s were deliberately said to provoke him. Swallowing hard, Ivy struggled to speak, "This matter ends here. I’ll leave with... Evan Lowell."
She finally stated her decision and chose Evan Lowell.
Evan Lowell laughed loudly: "Did you hear that? Ivy wants to leave with me!"
No matter what means he used, this round was his victory!
After Ivy finished speaking, she didn’t dare to look at Sebastian’s expression. Her whole body stiffened, numbly walking to Evan Lowell’s side.
Evan Lowell wrapped his arm around her shoulder and strode out.
When Owen Rhodes arrived after hearing the news, what he saw in the icy cold warehouse was Sebastian Blackwood only wearing a black shirt, with the sleeves rolled up three-fold. The exposed muscular forearm was slightly purple from the cold.
Even the delicate brows and eyes were covered with a layer of light frost, yet the depths of those pitch-black eyes were even more frigid and piercing.
Owen Rhodes instinctively shivered.
"Mas... Master Blackwood?"
Upon hearing his voice, Sebastian finally spared a glance, his icy gaze forcefully fixed on the direction Ivy had just left.
After a moment, his pale lips curved slightly, spitting out some cold words: "Evan Lowell’s wedding, make sure to send him a grand gift."
This round, who lost and who won is yet to be determined!
The wedding was to take place half a month later.
It was held at the famous green grass lawn in Veridia.