Sylvia Sterling said somewhat helplessly, "Director Blackwood, you don’t have to come here to eat with me."
The Blackwood family specially prepared a nutritious meal for him, and that’s perfect for him.
Sebastian Blackwood also sat in a wheelchair. Even though he wore a hospital gown, it couldn’t hide the aristocratic aura of his status, and there was a laptop on his lap.
Upon hearing this, he said calmly, "I wanted to accompany you to eat."
This statement, though unintended, carried a flirtatious hint, and Sylvia Sterling’s ears turned red.
She said softly, and pushed Sebastian Blackwood to sit at a table.
Ivy Kensington’s gaze froze the moment she saw them.
Before she could react, Evan Lowell had already proactively pushed his wheelchair to the table where Sebastian Blackwood and Sylvia Sterling were sitting.
"Master Blackwood, long time no see."
Evan Lowell greeted with interest.
He had just witnessed the interaction between Sebastian Blackwood and Sylvia Sterling, unexpectedly, the high and mighty Master Blackwood was so compliant to a woman.
Sebastian Blackwood lazily lifted his eyelids from the computer screen, gave Evan Lowell a glance, and then saw Ivy Kensington walking from behind. His gaze was indifferent, without any ripple.
He merely responded with a hum and continued to manage business affairs, as if he didn’t care about their arrival at all.
Ivy Kensington stared blankly at his indifferent expression; beneath her chest, her heart ached indescribably.
Does he really not care about her anymore, or is he still angry about the argument they had that night, and is doing this on purpose?
At this time, Sylvia Sterling suddenly let out a sharp scream.
She had gotten a bowl of plain porridge, but didn’t expect it to be so hot, and it burned her tongue when she drank it.
This cry immediately caught Sebastian Blackwood’s attention, his eyes darkened, and he quickly placed the laptop on the table, got up, and walked to her side. His large hand pinched her chin firmly, frowning as he said seriously, "Open your mouth, let me see."
Sylvia Sterling felt a bit embarrassed, muttered awkwardly, "I’m fine, I just accidentally burned myself, it’ll be okay after a while..."
Hearing this, Sebastian Blackwood didn’t say anything but silently poured some cold water, with strong yet gentle motions handed the cup of water directly to Sylvia Sterling’s mouth.
Sylvia Sterling never imagined that someone as typically cold like Sebastian Blackwood would treat her so attentively, her small face uncontrollably turned even redder.
Obediently she took a sip of water from his hand.
She said with a flushed face.
But Sebastian Blackwood wasn’t assured, saying, "Let me look again."
If her mouth is burned and blistered, she needs to see a doctor.
"No, there are so many people watching..."
Sylvia Sterling felt very embarrassed, she furtively glanced around with her peripheral vision.
The whole restaurant was watching them, she could even hear what they were saying.
"He knocked it! Who thought Master Blackwood would treat Dr. Sterling so well? Did you see how anxious Master Blackwood was just now?"
"Clearly he is very concerned about Dr. Sterling!"
"Dr. Sterling is capable and also beautiful, it’s only natural for Master Blackwood to feel moved by her!"
"Who would have thought Master Blackwood would be so tender when caring for someone? Dr. Sterling must be smitten!"
Ivy Kensington stood ahead of them, witnessing Sebastian Blackwood’s anxious demeanor towards Sylvia Sterling; it felt like her heart was gripped tightly, painfully aching.
Taking a deep breath, she finally said, "Sebastian Blackwood, let’s talk!"
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