Ivy Kensington couldn’t hold back any longer, she glared fiercely at the man.
Did he really think she was made of steel, that she wouldn’t care no matter what he said?
Ivy felt a chill in her heart, her defenses were up, "Instead of spending time mocking me, why don’t you spend more time with your Dr. Song!"
Anyway, tonight, before she left, they were wrapped in each other’s arms so intimately.
Why did he even come back?
He might as well spend the night in bed—that would make him happier, instead of coming here to say these things to her.
Seeing her impatience, the chill between Sebastian Blackwood’s brows intensified: "Do you think I want to come to find you?"
"If you don’t want to come looking for me, then go quickly."
Ivy stared stubbornly at him, feeling both love and hate for him.
Sebastian was so angry that his temples throbbed, he realized that whenever he was in front of Ivy, his usually proud self-control over his emotions was worth nothing, always making him easy prey for her to anger and give him a headache!
Tired of arguing, he simply stepped forward and grabbed her arm, dragging her into the villa.
"Ginny wants to see you! Not me!"
He said coldly, his actions quite rude.
Ivy’s arm grew numb from his dragging, originally there was a wound from jumping out of a car tonight, and the pulling made her shiver in pain.
She couldn’t help but suck in a breath, cold sweat from the pain.
Sebastian coldly glared at her, assuming she was pretending not to want to go with him, his voice growing even colder: "What are you pretending for?"
As soon as he spoke, he flipped up her sleeve when she wasn’t paying attention, the words of ridicule at his lips suddenly got stuck.
Her fair white arm was bloodied and swollen.
It was obvious that the injuries were recent.
Her injuries were real...
Sebastian’s gaze froze in astonishment.
Hadn’t she left with Evan Lowell? Where did these injuries come from?
Ivy just gave a faint smile, pulling her arm back, "Sorry to disappoint, I’m actually injured!" Google seaʀᴄh novel fire.net
She knew, when he revealed her sleeve, it wasn’t out of concern for her but thinking she was deceiving him.
It was already late, Ivy didn’t want to argue with him anymore, she quietly said, "Let’s go."
Ginny was still waiting for her.
But as she moved her feet, Sebastian again grabbed her.
But this time, he didn’t forcefully clutch her arm, instead gently pressed his hand on her fragile shoulder.
The man’s voice was somewhat heavy: "How did this happen?"
Ivy was somewhat surprised, momentarily unable to react to what he was asking.
After a long while, she realized that even now, he still cared about her injuries?
Her heart felt sour, she didn’t cry when she jumped off Evan Lowell’s car, but now she suddenly felt an urge to shed tears.
She held back, swallowed her tears, and then spoke casually: "Oh, it’s nothing major. Just that that pervert Evan Lowell tried to assault me, and I jumped out of the car."
Her tone was light and breezy, yet it was like a sharp ice pick, piercing the rage in Sebastian’s heart.
He couldn’t help but grip her shoulder tighter, coldly demanding: "This isn’t a major issue, then in your eyes, what is a major issue?!"
Wasn’t she always entangled with Evan Lowell?
Why then, because of such a thing, would she rather risk her life jumping from the car?
Sebastian lowered his gaze to scrutinize her, as if trying to see through the truth in her words!
But in this second...