One Night Bride: Master Blackwood's Substitute Wife-Chapter 819: Seeing the Scar on Master Blackwood
Every word she spoke betrayed her trust and reliance on that "fiancé."
For the first time, Sebastian Blackwood tasted the flavor of jealousy.
His woman actually refused his approach, even claiming she had a fiancé.
Fine, then he really wanted to see who was more capable, him or that so-called fiancé!
"Ding—"
The elevator doors opened, and Ivy Kensington watched helplessly as she approached the door of her room, growing more anxious.
"Bastard, you can’t touch me!"
She struggled, wishing every punch landed squarely on Sebastian Blackwood.
This jerk was just too infuriating!
The man was completely unmoved by her struggles, taking long strides as he reached the presidential suite’s entrance.
With a "beep," Sebastian Blackwood directly scanned his face and walked in.
The moment the room door closed.
Ivy took the opportunity to slip from his embrace, just about to run, when her slender waist was grabbed again, and she was lifted off the ground, the next second, she was completely enveloped in the soft big bed.
Sebastian knelt on one knee beside the woman, the other knee prying her legs apart, looking down at the person lying beneath him with lowered eyes.
Ivy’s face was flushed, thinking she could escape, but unexpectedly subdued in a matter of seconds!
The man’s tall figure looked even more imposing from her angle; her breath came in ragged gasps, an inexplicable sense of shame washing over her.
"If you dare touch me, I...I will definitely call the police..."
She shut her eyes tightly, biting her lip with defiance.
Sebastian Blackwood remained indifferent, her threat of calling the police completely dismissed.
How could someone who’s died countless times fear such a minor act of resistance?
If she wanted to play, he could accompany her.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, Sebastian slipped off his shirt with one hand, revealing his lean upper body to the open air.
"You...!"
Caught off guard by the man’s well-defined musculature, Ivy was stunned for half a second, her little face uncontrollably turning crimson, her entire body heating up.
"What’s wrong, can’t bear to look?"
As if seeing through her embarrassment, Sebastian showed no sign of letting go, instead pressing his advantage. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
His large hand grasped her delicate one, in a gesture of encasement.
Ivy only felt her entire hand scorch as if by fire, she struggled: "Don’t touch me..."
Yet, in the next moment, her palm was captured, placed against his chest.
That spot, near the heart.
She could even feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Again and again, not very strong.
Ivy was stunned for a moment, suddenly unsure of what to do.
But Sebastian held her hand, moving it downwards bit by bit, suddenly stopping at a certain place.
"Can you feel it? There’s a scar here."
He said softly, his tone inscrutable.
Ivy’s fingers curled up slightly.
Under her palm, indeed there was a scar, a raised strip like a centipede.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, finally casting her gaze downward.
She saw a light pink scar near where his heart was, clearly recent, with fresh skin still forming.
Ivy instinctively took a breath.
The scar on her face was so slight, yet it hurt for so long, and his scar, so close to the heart, how much more painful must it have been?
If it had been just a bit off, maybe he wouldn’t have survived.
For some reason, thinking of this, Ivy’s heart constricted sharply.
It hurt a little.
And just then, Sebastian Blackwood spoke:
