Who doesn’t know that Ivy Kensington is Master Blackwood’s ex-wife?
Even though they’re divorced now, Ivy was once Sebastian Blackwood’s woman. Now that he’s seen this, I’m afraid tonight won’t end well!
Warren Yorke rolled his eyes, quickly reacting, and walked up to Sebastian Blackwood with a smile, "Master Blackwood..."
He said ingratiatingly, "Miss Kensington isn’t feeling well and asked me to take her home. Since you’re here, how about you take Miss Kensington back?"
His words were probing.
If Sebastian agreed to take Ivy, Warren would at most feel a bit sorry, but at least not offend him.
And if Sebastian refused, it meant he hit the jackpot, as it would be a certainty Ivy would end up in his room tonight!
As Warren spoke, he slyly observed the expression on the man’s face out of the corner of his eye.
Sebastian slightly frowned with displeasure, as if annoyed someone was blocking his way.
Hearing Warren’s words, he merely glanced indifferently in the direction Ivy was taken away by her assistant.
The woman seemed to have fallen asleep, leaning on the assistant’s back, compliantly getting in the car.
He only looked for a second before withdrawing his gaze, then spoke in a cold tone, "Step aside."
Warren was momentarily stunned, unable to grasp Sebastian’s intention.
Was Master Blackwood telling him to leave, or to keep Ivy?
"Don’t understand human speech?"
Seeing Warren still blocking the way, Sebastian’s cool voice noticeably deepened with a hint of anger.
He didn’t ask a single question about Ivy the entire time.
Warren immediately understood!
It seemed that Master Blackwood intended to ignore his ex-wife Ivy!
He quickly said, "Alright, Master Blackwood. Wish you a safe journey. No need to trouble you with Miss Kensington, I’ll make sure to get her home safely."
Warren couldn’t contain his excitement, eagerly rubbing his hands together.
Sebastian seemed oblivious, his gaze never even flickering, as he strode with long legs into the Bentley parked opposite.
The driver respectfully asked, "Where to?"
Upon entering the car, Sebastian leaned lazily against the seat. With Sylvia Sterling’s words echoing in his ears, he massaged his brow before mentioning the name of the hospital Sylvia was at.
Just as the Bentley started moving, Warren’s car passed by.
The window rolled down, and Sebastian glanced inadvertently from the corner of his eye.
Ivy was also leaning on the back seat with her eyes closed, clutching her collar tightly.
Warren was leaning toward her, seemingly about to kiss her. Googlᴇ search N0velFire.ɴet
Sebastian barely perceptibly furrowed his brow, and half a second later, he indifferently raised his own car window.
Closing his eyes, he pretended he hadn’t seen anything at all.
The Bentley quickly arrived at the hospital.
Sylvia was waiting at the entrance and smiled when she saw the car pull up, raising her hand to wave.
"Director Blackwood."
She said softly, watching Sebastian get out of the car to open the door for her.
Before coming out, she had deliberately changed into a cheongsam, pale green, with a slit rising quite high up her thigh.
As she bent down to get in, the slit naturally shifted higher, revealing her slender, fair thighs, which Sylvia didn’t notice.
Sebastian subtly lowered his gaze, then took off his coat and tied it around Sylvia’s waist, the broad fabric enveloping her completely.