Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 106: Don’t Want To? You Have No Right to Refuse Me!
Sebastian Ford’s voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with a dangerous crimson.
He disregarded his identity, confining her in a narrow corner, his hard chest pressing against her.
"Oh no~"
Eleanor Valerius wrapped her arms around his neck, nestling in his embrace, looking up with a gaze.
"Master Ford has to go out to work every day. If I can only stay at home waiting for you, you’ll see me much less. Of course, you should bring me along, so wherever, whenever, if I can’t hold back, I can indulge in you."
Her sweet and coy voice, coupled with her coquettish snuggle, was just what Sebastian Ford liked!
Eleanor knew that when he was angry, perverse thoughts easily arose.
If she didn’t appease him, the consequences could be dire.
"Really? I thought your eyes were set on other men."
Sebastian narrowed his eyes unhappily, getting jealous even though it was clearly his doing.
Of course, Eleanor couldn’t rebuff or question him.
"I have good eyesight, so naturally, I can see other men. However, I just view them as fleeting passersby. Only you, I place in my heart to truly feel; you’re the one who makes a difference for me."
Eleanor’s obedient sweetness indeed hit the mark.
"Oh, are you sure you’re only placing me in your heart and not anywhere else?"
Sebastian whispered teasingly in her ear.
"Oh, stop it, you’re making me blush."
Eleanor pouted playfully, brushing against his shoulder.
Averting his gaze, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Pretending with him felt somewhat tiring.
"Mr. Ford, your work isn’t finished yet. Shall we go back?"
Only then could Eleanor smoothly persuade Sebastian.
Before they left, they both tidied up their wrinkled clothes.
However, Eleanor didn’t expect that as soon as she stepped out, she would see Jasper Sinclair not far away.
Her flustered embarrassment was evident.
Even more unexpected was Sebastian intimately holding her waist from behind.
"Second Young Master Sinclair here to find me? Or my Assistant Valerius?"
Sebastian couldn’t tolerate Jasper’s prying gaze on Eleanor.
"Don’t misunderstand, Mr. Ford."
Jasper smiled and said, "I won’t meddle in your private affairs with Assistant Valerius. However, I do wish to ask her something regarding your family. I hope you don’t mind."
"My family?"
Eleanor was entirely puzzled and confused.
Even Sebastian couldn’t guess Jasper’s intentions.
"I heard from Damian that Miss Valerius has sisters?"
Jasper had already learned about Eleanor’s family background.
Damian Lowell knew, of course, that Eleanor was adopted by the Valerius Family, but she and Chloe were twins.
The sisters he spoke of represented both the valerius sisters and her biological younger sister.
"Yes, I have two sisters."
Eleanor didn’t understand why Jasper would ask such a question.
Her sister Chloe’s identity was not publicly known.
She also didn’t want Chloe to be associated with the notorious reputation of the Valerius Family.
Thus, her responses about her family background were all fabricated information from the Valerius Family.
Upon hearing this, Jasper was visibly disappointed.
"With someone as beautiful as Assistant Valerius, your sisters must also be."
Jasper’s compliment was sincere.
At first sight, he suspected Eleanor might be his own sister because her mother, Serena Langdon, was Aldoria’s top socialite.
Although Eleanor’s age and appearance were a match, her having sisters meant otherwise.
The lack of information was why they missed recognizing each other after meeting.
Sebastian, filled with anger, spoke with a dark tone: "Is Second Young Master Sinclair flirting with my woman?"
"So Mr. Ford still remembers Miss Valerius’s other identity."
Jasper hinted with significance: "Actually, it’s quite easy to be stumbled upon here. While you might not care, I think Miss Valerius may prefer not being seen. I won’t intrude further, see you at the Ford Family tomorrow."
Eleanor was moved by these words.
In terms of status, she and Second Young Master Sinclair were worlds apart, yet she hadn’t expected him to consider her perspective.
Initially wary of his entanglement tonight, she mistakenly thought he was just another man like that.
Yet it seems the Sinclair Family truly are a noble lineage.
Watching Jasper’s departing figure, Sebastian let out a chilling laugh.
"Have you met him before?"
"No! Don’t misunderstand, Mr. Ford. I also found him strange."
Eleanor hurried to explain, not wanting Sebastian to get angry again.
Suddenly, Sebastian narrowed his eyes, half-smiling, asking back: "You think I’m angry? Even a first-time meeting Second Young Master Sinclair can consider you, so how could your beloved lover just get jealous so recklessly? I’m not misunderstanding, and you needn’t worry."
He reached out to touch Eleanor’s somewhat forced smile.
Master Ford, please don’t be like this!
The way you say you’re not angry is even scarier!
...
Before the investment auction banquet ended.
Sebastian sent Eleanor back to rest first.
"Back to my place."
He reminded her in a low voice by her ear.
"Okay."
Eleanor knew he didn’t want her seeing Second Young Master Sinclair and Lawyer Lowell again.
Back at the villa.
She washed up in the bedroom, wore her pajamas, then returned to the living room downstairs to wait for him.
Sebastian probably still had matters to discuss.
After a moment, Eleanor couldn’t hold on and curled up asleep on the sofa.
She suddenly had a nightmare.
In the dream, she couldn’t escape the Valerius Family’s cage and Regina Jennings’s oppressive command.
In each despairing punishment, she prayed in her heart for someone to come rescue her.
But no one came.
Alone and helpless, she could only trade her body with Sebastian Ford in her desperate plight.
When Sebastian returned, he immediately saw Eleanor’s sleeping posture.
The feeling of having someone waiting for him at home was peculiar.
He approached, carrying the night’s chill, reaching to touch Eleanor’s warm skin.
The faint scent from her recent bath lingered from the neckline of her pajamas, drawing his gaze.
Suddenly, a trace of danger welled up in Sebastian’s eyes.
He shed his suit jacket, bending over her, pulling aside her hair, lowering his head to kiss her neck.
The tender kisses spread softly.
"Mmm, Master Ford..."
Eleanor drowsily opened her eyes, her body trembling slightly in his embrace.
Sebastian, unable to suppress his jealousy slightly, became even more menacing.
Yet Eleanor, not fully extracted from the nightmare, seemed unwilling.
"Tonight I don’t... I don’t want to..."
Sebastian ignored her refusal, his large hand seizing her waist.
His dominance, amidst Eleanor’s breaths, gradually entwined with the negative emotions from her nightmare.
"No... I said no!"
In a sudden loss of control, Eleanor abruptly pushed Sebastian away.
Sebastian, caught off guard, stared back in stunned disbelief, anger gradually flaring in his eyes.
"You’re rejecting me?"
This was the first time Eleanor had turned him down in bed!
Why?
Was it connected to other men she saw tonight?
For unknown reasons, Sebastian’s anger spiraled somewhat out of control. He single-handedly seized her wrists, pinning them above her head.
"When I want something, you have no right to refuse it!"
Sebastian’s attitude was dominating.
"No..."
Eleanor couldn’t resist Sebastian at all.
She had no strength to struggle, leaning back, biting her lip, her eyes slowly reddening.
Sebastian wanted her to surrender.
Yet hearing Eleanor’s stifled cries, his movements suddenly froze.
Was she crying?
