Ivy Kensington quietly looked at the man for several seconds, but no matter how she looked, there was only indifference in his eyes.
As if... she were just an ordinary stranger.
Could it be that he has lost his memory?
The look in his eyes was truly unfamiliar, and Ivy couldn’t help but think of the possibility.
But the next second, Sebastian Blackwood said coldly, "Ivy, what are you doing here?"
His tone carried a faint displeasure, but obviously, he remembered her.
Ivy opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but then she saw Sylvia Sterling standing beside him.
Sylvia noticed her gaze and said calmly, "You two talk, I’ll head out first."
However, Sebastian unexpectedly lifted his hand and grasped Sylvia’s wrist.
"You don’t need to leave."
His cold gaze turned to Ivy, clearly conveying the message — the one who should leave was her.
Ivy only felt a choking bitterness in her throat.
Why is this happening?
Sylvia was equally surprised. It was the first time Sebastian was treating her in this manner. The warmth of his palm was searing, like an iron brand on her wrist, causing a rise in her entire body temperature.
She could only speak helplessly to Ivy, "Miss, I can’t leave at the moment, maybe you’ll have to go out first."
This time, Ivy was the outsider.
Hearing Sylvia’s words, Sebastian showed no displeasure. His thin lips curled slightly, and his eyes were indifferent, "Out."
Ivy understood; the one he meant to leave was her.
Swallowing her dry throat, Ivy took one last deep look at him, and eventually walked out.
Owen Rhodes happened to come over, seeing Ivy looking so lost and couldn’t help speculating, "Could it be that Master Blackwood hasn’t woken up yet?"
Hearing his voice, Ivy snapped back to reality, shook her head, she was supposed to smile, but the curve at her lips was more pitiful than crying.
It’s just... just that he seems to have no feelings for her anymore...
In the past, even if they quarreled, she could sense that underneath his irritation, he still cared for her.
But just now, she couldn’t see a hint of his concern for her.
Ivy felt a bit lost, while a hollow suffocating feeling surged in her chest.
She couldn’t help her eyes turning red, "Assistant Rhodes, I’m leaving first."
After saying this, she left in a flustered state.
She now didn’t dare to return to the ward for fear of seeing impatience and disgust in Sebastian’s eyes!
Owen was baffled but could sense that Ivy’s mood wasn’t good, like she was about to cry.
He knew Sebastian had woken up, holding several files in his hands, important documents that had piled up during the group’s operations while he was unconscious, needing his signature.
Thinking this, Owen quickened his steps, hurrying towards the ward.
"Master Blackwood..."
He pushed open the ward door, only to be shocked by the scene before him—
Sylvia was applying medication to the man’s back. Although the wound was deep, it had healed quite a bit over the past few days. His defined, muscular physique growing sturdier. Sylvia, as a doctor, had seen many people’s bodies.
Now it was just his upper body, yet she actually felt a bit flushed.
"Director Blackwood, it’s done."
Sylvia hurriedly said, tossing the used cotton swab into the trash bin, and turned to leave this place that suddenly made her feel a little embarrassed.
However, Sebastian took the initiative to wrap his arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace.
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He spoke in a low voice, affectionately nudging her white nape with his high nose bridge.