However, Sebastian Blackwood merely gave her an indifferent glance, then leisurely began to dress his upper body.
When he spoke, his words carried unmistakable sarcasm, "What feelings do you think I should have for you?"
Disgust would be closer.
Just the earlier incident was enough to make him feel nauseated.
He despised women fawning in front of him the most.
Ivy Kensington’s tactics were utterly vulgar.
His words were laced with bitter irony; Ivy’s heart felt a sharp sting, and she stubbornly retorted, "If I wasn’t mistaken earlier, you did show a reaction."
As soon as her words dropped, Sebastian Blackwood sneered, "A man’s love and sex are separate. I can sleep with you, but I won’t love you."
After speaking, his tall figure stood up, looking down at her in arrogance, "Want to be in my bed? It’s not impossible, but... ha, I find it disgusting."
Indeed, he finally voiced what was on his mind.
Ivy’s eyes quickly reddened slightly from the provocation; she clenched her palms, her whole body trembling lightly, her heart enveloped in despair.
It must be said, once Sebastian Blackwood decided to be heartless, he showed no mercy.
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Evan sat in a wheelchair, his gaze intermittently passing through the hospital room door’s glass, landing inside.
Only then did Ivy regain her composure; she said nothing and turned to walk out.
Whether she took in Sebastian Blackwood’s earlier sarcastic words was unknown.
The door opened, and Ivy walked to Evan Lowell’s back, pushing his wheelchair away.
Sebastian Blackwood watched expressionlessly as the woman vanished from his sight, his emotions calm.
Now, he couldn’t care less about Ivy Kensington’s relationship with another man.
At this moment, Owen Rhodes walked in, holding a series of files.
Sebastian Blackwood gave it a brief glance, his voice chilling, "How’s the investigation on the car accident going?"
Owen had come precisely to discuss this matter.
"Master Blackwood, it was indeed deliberately arranged!"
The incident was squarely targeted at Sebastian Blackwood; among the three perpetrators, two were recently released prisoners diagnosed with cancer, and the other was a wanted murderer.
The trio confessed that as long as they successfully completed the mission to assassinate Sebastian Blackwood, each would receive a hefty sum of one million.
Ha, the high and mighty Master Blackwood is worth just these three million petty bucks.
Sebastian found it ironic.
Owen continued, "However, they didn’t disclose who was behind it; they just said the transaction was carried out online, and once set up, they couldn’t contact the other party again, only waiting for them to make contact."
Thus, so far, the police have made no fresh breakthroughs.
Sebastian Blackwood slightly clenched his back teeth, a chill flashing through his deep eyes, "What about Claire Crowley?"
Owen froze for a moment; after being trapped in Orleanna, he hadn’t sent anyone to specifically monitor Claire, thinking the domestic "fake Claire Crowley" was thriving anyway.
Now that Sebastian mentioned it, Owen felt a jolt in his heart, starting to realize.
Does Master Blackwood suspect Claire Crowley is involved in this?
"Master Blackwood, I’ll immediately check on the situation in Orleanna!"
After saying this, Owen retreated.
Once he left, Sebastian’s head again faintly ached; he took a deep breath, then sat on the sofa, pulling out the small notebook to carefully read.
Each sentence the woman left on it unconsciously soothed his lonely heart...
He couldn’t help but place the notebook near his heart, his eyes filled with rare tenderness.
Meanwhile, on the other side.