After watching quietly for a while, Leo Sherman put away the photo. In his other hand, there was a long strand of hair, left unintentionally by Ivy Kensington.
He carefully gathered the hair and then stood up, leaving the café as well.
Ivy Kensington returned early to Blackwood Manor. She wasn’t sure if Sebastian Blackwood had given instructions, but the manor was filled with a festive atmosphere, with many celebratory decorations, truly reflecting the vibe of a new marriage.
Mrs. Langley saw her return and quickly approached, smiling broadly, "Madam!"
This title, Madam, it had been four or five years since she last heard it, and Ivy wasn’t quite used to it.
"Master Blackwood has already returned. Have you had dinner? Should I cook something for you?"
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Ivy shook her head. She didn’t have much of an appetite at the moment.
"Alright then, if you need anything, just let me know,"
Mrs. Langley continued, her face full of cheer.
This manor finally had a lady of the house!
Ivy went upstairs, first checking on Ginny and Cody’s room. Seeing that the two little ones were already asleep at the usual time, she headed back to the master bedroom.
In the bedroom, she didn’t see any trace of Sebastian Blackwood, only heard the sound of water from the bathroom.
Ivy’s heart inexplicably tightened.
Tonight, was indeed their wedding night...
Thinking of this, she uncomfortably licked her lips, trying to find clothes and head to another bathroom when the main bathroom door opened, and Sebastian Blackwood’s tall figure emerged.
The man had merely wrapped a towel around his lower half, revealing his bare and sturdy upper body under the light. Ivy could even see the water droplets sliding down his distinctly muscled chest.
In an instant, her face flushed a bright red, and she quickly turned her eyes away, hurrying to leave.
"I... I’ll go take a shower first..."
Seeing through her discomfort with a glance, Sebastian let out a low chuckle and strode towards her, grabbing her wrist to stop her from leaving.
"I’ll help you wash."
The man’s voice held a deep and husky undertone.
Ivy’s heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t help but glare at him. If they bathed together, things could happen—did he not have any idea?
She didn’t dare linger longer and wanted to leave, but Sebastian had already enveloped her in his arms, carrying her towards the bathroom, leaving no room for argument.
The bathroom was still filled with the heat from his recent shower. As Ivy entered, she felt the temperature of her whole body rise, leaving her momentarily parched.
"Put me down, I can shower by myself."
But Sebastian directly brought her into the bathtub, soaking both of their clothes in the hot water.
Ivy was only wearing a chiffon blouse, and once drenched, the curves of her body distinctly showed.
Sebastian leaned in, his voice low and rich, "They’ve grown."
She wanted to retort, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the man’s dominant kiss silenced her.
The night passed in a haze.
At dawn, Ivy was carried to the bed. She was on the verge of falling asleep when she suddenly heard Sebastian say, "The first marriage didn’t give you a wedding, but this time, none of the traditions will be missing."
Ivy’s hand under the blanket suddenly clenched tightly.
She couldn’t help but ask, "But Ginny, she’s still with Claire Crowley..."
Especially since he clearly knew that, after their remarriage, Claire Crowley wouldn’t hand over Ginny. Now planning a wedding would only provoke Claire further, wouldn’t it?
Ivy couldn’t quite understand Sebastian’s thoughts at the moment. What exactly was he thinking?