Chapter 572: Chapter 572: Master Blackwood’s Test of Lena Vance
Claire Crowley’s smile deepened at the corners of her eyes.
Just when she thought the next second Sebastian Blackwood would scoop her up and throw her onto the bed, the man’s cold, hard hand pushed her away instead.
Claire was caught off guard and nearly fell onto the thick carpet on the ground.
"Ah..."
She let out a short scream.
Sebastian’s tall figure stood in front of her, his eyes as dark as ink staring coldly at her.
The words he spat out were even colder and ruthless, "Stop being so flirty."
He actually said that.
For a moment, Claire’s face turned red then white, and she began to tremble all over.
Why, after all this, is he still so indifferent!
But yesterday, with that Lena Vance, he actually went to tug at her clothes...
The more she thought, the more unwilling Claire became.
Yet Sebastian did not spare her another glance, casually threw on a coat, and strode out.
Once outside, Sebastian lit a cigarette.
The scarlet glow lingered at his fingertips as he took a deep drag, a touch of irritation showing between his handsome brows.
The initial plan of keeping Claire around was to test that "Lena Vance’s" reaction.
Now it seemed he had merely brought trouble upon himself.
Crushing out the cigarette and waiting for the smoke scent to dissipate, Sebastian finally resumed his pace, heading toward the nursery room.
As he just pushed open the door—
"Who is it?"
A woman’s vigilant voice rang out, as Ivy Kensington sat up in bed.
Originally, she had been sleeping in the room arranged by Mrs. Langley, but the more she thought about it, the more worried she became. Claire certainly wouldn’t have time to take care of the child tonight, after all, she would be with Sebastian...
It was too unsafe for the child to sleep alone in the room.
So, she had Mrs. Langley set up a folding bed in the child’s room and slept next to the child.
Little did she expect that just as she had laid down, someone came in.
As Ivy was about to turn on a small lamp, the man’s tall figure had already approached her, a hand pinching her chin.
"Lena Vance."
He called her, his tone ambiguous.
Ivy’s heart skipped a beat, realizing it was Sebastian Blackwood.
"Mr. Blackwood."
She frowned in response, catching the faint scent of a woman on him, which stirred anger in her heart.
This jerk, just coming from Claire’s bed, what’s he doing here!
Sebastian seemed to sense the woman’s coldness and resentment. In the darkness, his lightly colored lips curved into a slight arc.
The words he spoke with his magnetic deep voice carried a hint of seduction.
"Leave Evan Lowell, be with me, become my woman."
What?
Ivy was taken aback, unable to believe these words came from Sebastian’s mouth.
He actually asked her to be his woman...
Ivy was momentarily stunned, unable to reply.
But Sebastian suddenly acted, pressing against her, leaning closer.
His body temperature was high, and the string tightly wound in Ivy’s mind suddenly snapped.
Sebastian’s hand was already tugging at her pajama collar, casually pulling it down, under the pale moonlight, he would soon be able to see the mole under her right rib...
The man’s gaze was profound, usually calm emotions had a hint of cracking at this moment.
Soon, it would be clear whether this Lena Vance was Ivy or not!
As long as he could see clearly, whether or not she had a red mole there!
"Slap—"
A crisp slap sound suddenly rang out.
Ivy covered her chest, glaring at him angrily, "Mr. Blackwood, don’t go too far!"
Once, twice, tugging at her clothes, and now in the middle of the night saying things about making her his woman, this jerk! Clearly, he already has Claire...
Ivy felt wronged and furious inside.
Sebastian’s gaze was equally deep because he had seen everything!