Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 107: When She Cried, Master Ford Panicked and Comforted Her Softly
Sebastian Ford stopped his kiss and looked up at her.
In his gaze, Eleanor Valerius’s nightgown was pulled up, her fair and delicate skin covered with his kisses, looking incredibly tempting.
Yet, her body was tense, unlike the gentle and tender before.
"Eleanor Valerius?"
She heard his husky voice calling her name.
Eleanor trembled slightly, realizing her struggle against him was overly intense, she closed her eyes to avoid him.
Their relationship was transactional, he wasn’t wrong.
But Eleanor couldn’t control the sadness in her heart.
In what should have been an ambiguous and entwined moment, she merely felt she was at the brink.
At this moment, Sebastian Ford’s gaze caught her emotions.
His large hand released its grip on her, brought her into an embrace, and gently rubbed her cheek with his finger.
"I didn’t mean to force you, doing this should be enjoyable for both, if you don’t want it, I won’t continue."
Even though his breath was still labored.
Sebastian restrained himself, speaking in a rough voice: "Open your eyes, look at me."
His command prompted Eleanor’s instinctive compliance.
She slowly opened her moist eyes, expecting to see his enraged gaze, but was surprised it was gentle.
"What happened tonight? You’ve never refused me before."
Sebastian’s loss of control slowly calmed down, reflecting internally as well.
He wouldn’t, nor needed to, use force in bed.
Eleanor’s emotions were unstable now.
His gentle questioning only made her feel more aggrieved, her nose tingling and she bit her lips tight, not daring to speak.
But under Sebastian’s domineering gaze, she seemed like she was bullied into tears.
"Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"
For some reason, Sebastian found himself in inexplicable panic.
He supported himself on his arms, no longer oppressing her.
Eleanor remained silent, biting her red lips and shaking her head.
She didn’t want to expose her uncontrolled vulnerability in front of Sebastian.
However, the more she suppressed, the more she couldn’t stop biting her lips until they bled.
"Open your mouth, stop biting."
Sebastian frowned, his fingertips pressed against her teeth, stopping her from biting her lip.
The jade ring pressed against her soft chin, soon leaving a red mark.
"Are you planning not to talk to me?"
Eleanor opened her mouth, not daring to bite him.
Once she became aware, the emotions from her dream faded away, replaced by him.
"Ugh..."
She choked a bit.
Great, didn’t feel like crying at all!
Eleanor’s eyes shone like misty water gazing at Sebastian.
Her eyes alluringly hooked him, he withdrew his finger, lowered his head, and gently kissed her lips.
This kiss was like a tender comfort.
Sebastian didn’t expect to be thrown off by Eleanor’s emotional outburst.
Unable to distinguish who needed the gentleness more.
The lover comforting her, it was a first.
He had been the angry one just moments ago.
Eleanor responded to his kiss, finally no longer resisting.
On the sofa, Sebastian’s body pressed down, pulling her back into an intimate embrace.
But, after the kiss, he didn’t continue.
Eleanor calmed her breathing slowly.
"Can you talk to me now?"
Sebastian’s large hand gently brushed her long hair, with intimacy.
Hearing this, Eleanor’s voice softly emerged: "I just fell asleep and had a nightmare..."
Nightmares are shadows and fears lurking in her subconscious.
"What nightmare? Dreamed of me?"
Sebastian didn’t want to scare her now, cradling her side-ways, letting her lay in his arms to keep her warm.
He was truly a considerate lover.
At this moment, Eleanor’s perspective changed, her chin resting on his chest, whispering in his ear: "Because I didn’t dream of you, it was a nightmare."
Struggling to climb up high, she was afraid to fall back into hell.
Thinking about this, she worried he might be angry because of her previous refusal.
She proactively clung tightly to him.
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here."
Sebastian patted her head, she seemed genuinely frightened.
In the next moment, he suddenly suggested softly: "Want to watch a movie? You didn’t eat well tonight, whatever you want, I’ll have the butler prepare it."
Eleanor’s expression was subtle.
She lifted her head, blinking, tentatively asking: "Master Ford, you’re not planning to show me those kinds of movies, right?"
"I haven’t thought about that."
Sebastian was amused by her, deliberately responded: "If you want to see them, I don’t mind watching them with you."
"No! Not those movies!"
Eleanor realized she misinterpreted, immediately laughing and saying: "I haven’t been to a cinema for ages, can we still go now?"
"The basement in the villa has my gym and private cinema, I’ll take you there."
Sebastian held her up, dressed her in her nightwear, and draped his suit jacket over her.
"I didn’t know."
It’s not Eleanor’s fault, after all she only knew Sebastian’s bed in this place.
"Now you do, I’ll carry you."
When Sebastian reached over, Eleanor suddenly raised an eyebrow, saying: "Master Ford, carry me on your back."
"Alright, on my back."
Sebastian couldn’t understand why he would cave to her so easily.
He turned his back to her, squatting down in front of the sofa.
Eleanor leapt onto him, embracing him, the shadow of her nightmare dissipated, her mood lifted.
The two headed to the basement cinema.
The servants in the villa were all shocked by the sight.
Master Ford was becoming increasingly doting on Miss Valerius.
This was something even Sebastian hadn’t realized.
In the cinema lounge chair, he held Eleanor snugly, their intimacy reaching its peak.
Tonight, even without plans for the bed, was delightful.
Ambiguity is a heady addiction.
Gradually, Eleanor and Sebastian were both captivated by the romance surrounding them.
...
The next day.
The Ford Family’s old mansion was preparing to welcome Jasper Sinclair.
Eleanor and Sebastian were arriving in the same car from the villa.
However, no one knew.
At the front gate, relatives of the Ford Family recognized Third Master’s car, eagerly waiting for Master Ford to step out.
Among the crowd stood Regina Jennings.
"Master Ford, isn’t it a bit too conspicuous to have me get out here?"
Eleanor felt uneasy in the car.
Especially since she was sitting in his lap with intimate posture.
"What are you afraid of? Everything’s clean between us, even if we’re alone no one would suspect anything."
Sebastian spoke righteously, but his hand’s action was satisfied as it finished.
"I don’t have much time for you today, but don’t worry. Julian Ford is still confined, if anything happens, just come to me."
"Alright, the innocent lover doesn’t need to worry about me."
Eleanor fixed her dress and touched up her makeup.
When Sebastian strode out of the car, the Ford Family’s relatives rushed towards him with greetings.
Unexpectedly, they saw Eleanor getting out too!
