Because the Maybach was casually parked by the roadside, violating traffic rules, it wasn’t long before a traffic cop came over.
The sound of tapping on the glass rang out.
Ivy Kensington looked up and saw the unfamiliar face opposite her, her heart almost jumping out of her chest in fright.
She instinctively shrank into Sebastian Blackwood’s arms, wanting to hide.
However, the man didn’t grant her wish. He held her body, pressing her directly against the car window. Her back collided with the cold glass, while in front was Sebastian Blackwood’s scorching body.
Ivy Kensington felt a blend of extreme cold and heat!
Her face flushed crimson, she’d never been tormented before.
"Say, who makes you more comfortable?"
Even at this moment, this damn man was still forcing her to give an answer.
Ivy Kensington didn’t dare to speak recklessly, muttering, "You..."
Sebastian Blackwood let out a cold laugh, and his tightly knit brows gradually relaxed with a hint of pleasure.
"Good, they can’t see outside."
He finally lowered his posture to comfort her with a few words.
Ivy Kensington’s heart remained tense, even if nothing could be seen from outside the glass. A slight disturbance inside would make the car shake, and then everyone would know!
The driver outside was being warned by the traffic policeman: "Hurry up and move the car. If it’s not moved within half an hour, we’ll call a tow truck to take it away."
The driver looked pale.
Could he dare to get in the car now?
Even if he had nine lives like a cat, he wouldn’t dare!
"Alright, alright, I’ll move the car right away."
He could only nod and bow to the traffic cop.
At this moment, someone recognized the car, "This seems to be Master Blackwood’s car?"
Sebastian Blackwood’s license plate was an outrageously consecutive series, unique in Celestia.
"It seems to be true..."
The crowd couldn’t help but take a second look, but at this moment, they clearly saw the car shake.
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In an instant, the crowd fell into a dead silence.
Afterward, Ivy Kensington curled her body and hid in the corner.
He was clearly doing it on purpose! Intentionally tormenting her!
Despite some wrinkles, Sebastian Blackwood’s suit had not a hint of discoloration. He tossed his jacket aside, slightly covering Ivy Kensington’s body.
Satisfied, he leaned back in the chair, saying nothing.
Ivy Kensington wished she could hit him with a punch. He gathered people to humiliate her, and when that failed, he took matters into his own hands—whether or not she should call him dedicated!
Her lips curled in sarcasm, and she spoke, "Can we get a divorce now!"
Upon hearing this, Sebastian Blackwood opened his eyes, his dark gaze unfathomably looking at her for a moment, his voice hoarse after the event: "Divorce this time, from now on, there’s absolutely no chance of remarriage. Are you sure you want to divorce?"
He could overlook her fleeing the marriage, as long as she obediently stayed by his side in the future.
The man’s large hand hung at his side slowly clenched into a fist, his eye corners slightly reddened.
Upon hearing these words, Ivy Kensington’s heart pricked slightly with pain; she couldn’t speak for a moment.
But remembering the video Claire Crowley had sent her of her little girl, her heartache intensified.
Sebastian Blackwood and the little girl had made their choices long before she chose to flee the marriage; now, in this predicament, there was no going back for her.
With difficulty, she swallowed the lump in her throat, saying, "You tried to find people to humiliate me; you probably hate me terribly. Why continue to tangle, let go of each other, part peacefully, perhaps it’s better."
She spoke calmly, avoiding the man’s gaze.
A fine let go of each other, part peacefully.
Sebastian Blackwood laughed in anger.
Fine, since she’s so eager for a divorce, he’ll grant her wish!
"To the Civil Affairs Bureau!"