Chapter 445: Chapter 445: Kiss Me, Master Blackwood—I Love You
When Ivy Kensington heard the first sentence, her entire body tensed up. She clenched her teeth slightly, and her hand by her side turned into a fist.
But she didn’t make a sound, still listening to the conversation between the two servants.
"Hey, I heard that when he died, his eyes couldn’t close. He probably wasn’t willing."
"Of course not. He didn’t even get to see his daughter before he died. Who could be at peace?"
"Miss Kensington is the heiress of The Ford Group. She couldn’t even go back to see her father when he passed. It’s quite pitiful."
The two maidservants whispered softly, sighed, and quickly slipped away after cleaning.
With the sound of the door closing, Ivy Kensington suddenly sat up from the bed.
She glanced at the room with no windows, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
After a while, she shed tears, silently wiping them with the back of her hand.
Sebastian Blackwood!
She would never forgive him!
Late at night, in the study.
Sebastian Blackwood was handling the files brought by Owen Rhodes, the first of which was the news of Theodore Ford’s death.
He glanced at it, silently put the file away, and placed it aside.
"Knock, knock—"
At this moment, the sound of knocking came, but before he could say come in, the door was pushed open, and Ivy Kensington walked in.
In the dark night, she deliberately wore a black slip dress, her skin as white as snow, with the inky color highlighting her vibrant beauty.
Ivy Kensington walked in with a faint smile, unhesitatingly sitting on Sebastian Blackwood’s lap.
"Master Blackwood, why are you still not sleeping so late?"
Tonight, she had deliberately come to seduce him.
Sebastian Blackwood naturally could see through it, yet was willing to fall for it, lifting the woman’s chin, his throat moving faintly, "If I slept, how would I wait for you?"
Bastard!
Ivy Kensington cursed hatefully in her heart, yet on the surface, she smiled and kissed him.
Although she had done more intimate things with Sebastian Blackwood, she was really unfamiliar with kissing, only knowing how to dryly press her lips against his thin ones.
A meaningful smile crept up Sebastian Blackwood’s lips, and in the next second, he dragged Ivy Kensington’s hips, pressing her onto the desk.
"Baby, open your mouth, I’ll teach you how to kiss."
Ivy Kensington blushed hotly, instinctively opening her pink lips following his words.
Sebastian Blackwood’s tongue charged in like an invader, instantly seizing her breath. Ivy Kensington’s legs went weak from the kiss, unconsciously hooking her calves around his slender waist.
Heavy breathing filled the entire room, the temperature rising rapidly.
Sebastian Blackwood’s large hand reached into her dress, but Ivy Kensington’s gaze, in that instant, saw the files he had pinned on the desk.
In a flash, the woman’s eyes turned red.
Dad really is dead...
It seems that what those two servants said today was true.
A surging hatred spread from her chest, Sebastian Blackwood sensed it and gripped her waist tighter, speaking in a deep tone, "Please me."
Is that so?
A slight smile crept up Ivy Kensington’s lips as she tightly wrapped her arms around Sebastian Blackwood’s neck, pressing her cheek against his chest, and said coquettishly, "Dear Master Blackwood, I love you."
I love you.
Those four words left her lips, and Sebastian Blackwood was uncharacteristically stunned for a moment.
Yet in the next second, Ivy Kensington suddenly reached up to her hair, pulled out a pin, and stabbed it into his chest without hesitation.
"Stab—"
The slender pin instantly sank into his flesh, and Ivy Kensington looked at him coldly, "I love you so much I wish you were dead!"
"Let me go, or I’ll take your life!"