Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 101: Winner Takes All, Loser Warms the Bed

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Winner Takes All, Loser Warms the Bed
Eleanor Valerius was well aware that being around Sebastian Ford meant learning the rules of survival.
During the day at the company, she earnestly fulfilled her duties as an assistant. Project planning and management were taught to her directly by Sebastian Ford.
At night in bed, her seemingly reserved boss tore off the disguise, personally guiding her with warm, enticing words.
Except for waking up with a sore waist and weak legs, Eleanor felt the tuition was well worth it!
That afternoon, after finishing a meeting at the company.
Eleanor brought in coffee, only for Sebastian Ford to pull her into his arms while discussing business.
"The project for which the Lancaster Family received the bidding invitation is about to start. You represent me to go to the Lancaster Company and check the accounts. Assistant Valerius has learned diligently with me, and she can also share Mason Monroe’s workload a bit."
Sebastian Ford spoke earnestly, yet his hands behaved mischievously.
Eleanor restrained the trembling numbness he provoked, flipping through the documents on the table.
"If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask me now."
Every afternoon, Sebastian’s coffee needed a taste of her sweet, soft cake to go with it.
Once he was satisfied, Eleanor knew exactly how to check the Lancaster Family’s accounts.
As she rose from his embrace, her cheeks flushed, eyes watery, lips slightly parted and panting were evident—showing that the process wasn’t easy.
...
Wearing a professional skirt suit and carrying the Ford Family’s work badge, Eleanor appeared at the Lancaster Company.
At this moment, Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster along with Jenson Lancaster personally greeted her at the lobby.
To ensure her safety, Sebastian Ford arranged a bodyguard for her.
Eleanor was in the office, reviewing the accounts of the Lancaster Family.
Meanwhile, the relentless chatter of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster calling her the future daughter-in-law echoed in her ears, as they tried to draw closer and seek shortcuts in the Ford Family’s cooperative project.
"Mr. Lancaster, Mrs. Lancaster."
Eleanor couldn’t bear it any longer and reminded them, "I’m here representing Mr. Ford; I hope you can differentiate my identity."
Throughout the process, she was strictly business, discovering discrepancies in the Lancaster Family’s accounts without exposing them.
The Lancaster Family was her chance to counter Regina Jennings.
At this moment, Jenson Lancaster sat opposite, entranced by Eleanor.
Due to work interactions, the Lancaster Family used the guise of preparing for the wedding to surround Eleanor in various ways.
Especially during her office hours, whether it’s sending gifts or calling to discuss matters.
These days, Sebastian Ford was clearly in a bad mood.
His severe allergy to the "Lancaster" name was evident!
As the workday ended.
Sebastian Ford wanted to privately requisition his assistant Eleanor.
However, Eleanor received a call from Jenson Lancaster, inviting her to his birthday party.
Regina Jennings was aware of this too, so Eleanor could not refuse.
"Master Ford, see you tomorrow then."
Before leaving, Eleanor took the initiative to embrace and kiss him.
Sebastian narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling her brief farewell kiss was perfunctory.
At that moment, Nathan Kendrick, who was leaning against the car door playing games, glanced over and casually mocked, "Bro, I don’t understand why she hasn’t called off the engagement yet? Must you maintain a clandestine affair with her forever? She’s playing with your emotions, isn’t she!"
The implicit dissatisfaction Sebastian felt was suddenly intensified by this comment.
"Indeed, huh, why does she choose to make me suffer like this?"
Master Ford took it to heart!
...
Eleanor attended Jenson Lancaster’s birthday party just to play along.
Inside the KTV private room, Jenson Lancaster and his rowdy friends were drinking and dancing, while she merely sat alone eating crispy snacks.
After a bit more toleration, she could wrap it up and head home.
"Jenson, your fiancée is none other than Aethelgard’s famous Miss Valerius, who sings and dances better than us. Why is she so unreactive now? Could it be you’re stingy, enjoying without being willing to share with us?"
Jenson Lancaster also needed to watch Eleanor’s mood, influenced by her position in the Ford Family, so he dared not command her.
"She said she’s tired from work. Let’s continue dancing."
"That won’t do. It’s your birthday, Jenson. Your fiancée should definitely give you a sexy dance!"
The group of dissolute rich second-generation, having had a few drinks, feigned madness to expose their vulgar nature.
Seeing their lewd smiles as they approached laughing.
Eleanor’s gaze turned cold, harboring both disgust and defensiveness.
"Miss Valerius, give Jenson a dance. Let us see it too."
"If you don’t dance, you’re looking down on us! We’re Jenson’s good brothers. You often dance for men outside, right? Favoring others without giving us face? We’re offering you a chance because we regard you highly. If you don’t wish to dance, then drink with each of us!"
Eleanor chuckled, stood up, and directly splashed a glass of wine over.
"Look in the mirror, are you worthy?"
"Who the hell are you acting like a chaste maiden in front of us? Aren’t you just a rich man’s plaything!"
The rich second-generation, drenched in wine, pointed at her and scolded.
Eleanor glared coldly at him, sarcastically retorting, "You really love donning imaginary green hats; what a joke."
Leaving that remark, she ignored Jenson Lancaster and exited the private room.
Unexpectedly, Jenson Lancaster chased after her.
Behind her, he watched Eleanor’s graceful figure, drinking further stimulated his lust.
Previously, he disliked Eleanor for being dirty; now, he felt that such a seductive woman must be far more delectable than Sharon Sinclair.
Suddenly, Jenson Lancaster sprinted towards her.
Eleanor was heading downstairs when the approaching presence from behind alerted her vigilance.
She swiftly turned, seeing Jenson Lancaster lunging to embrace her, hurriedly reaching out to fend him off.
"What are you doing?"
"You’re my fiancée; I can do anything I want with you!"
Jenson Lancaster, itching with desire, seemed intent on forcing himself on her!
As his hand touched Eleanor’s outstretched palm, he lewdly chuckled, "Your hand is so smooth, so tender."
Eleanor felt utterly disgusted!
Ignoring the high heels beneath her feet, she sprinted outside.
Jenson Lancaster failed to catch up and stumbled down the stairs.
Nonetheless, Eleanor’s steps didn’t hesitate, running outside to the doorway where she found Sebastian Ford waiting to pick her up, and she dashed directly into his arms.
"Oh!"
Her ankle twisted.
Sebastian Ford wrapped his arm around her waist, his gaze shifting behind her.
"Valerius, wait for me... I’m your fiancé, why are you still shy?"
He didn’t see, but heard Jenson Lancaster calling out to her.
Sebastian Ford guessed what happened, his expression instantly darkened, and he carried Eleanor away from there.
Inside the car.
He gently massaged Eleanor’s sprained ankle with both hands.
"If it happens again, can you escape?"
The cold tone indicated his current anger.
What bothered Sebastian was not only Jenson Lancaster’s intentions towards her, but also her status as a fiancée of the Lancaster Family.
The arranged engagement was the Valerius Family’s oppression on her.
He didn’t want to interfere and handle it for her, didn’t want to break his own rules anymore.
She was merely his lover!
Yet, Sebastian Ford also desired Eleanor to rely on him and ask for his help.
The love in their relationship had been spoken and acted upon extensively.
Still, he never sensed Eleanor genuinely embodying that warm-wife affection.
"I have Master Ford, I’m not afraid."
Eleanor blinked, seeing through Sebastian Ford’s displeased cold gaze.
If she asked for his help, she’d transition from an active to a passive role.
Passivity was another kind of oppression—Regina Jennings’ or Sebastian’s, they were essentially the same.
"You’ll protect me, right?"
Eleanor leaned in, her soft lips nearly touching his thin ones.
She merely wanted Sebastian Ford to care more about her.
The two were enveloped in that intense, ambiguous atmosphere, unwilling to concede who first fell true.
Yet simultaneously, both Eleanor and Sebastian hoped the other would fall in love, wanting to be the dominant victor in the relationship.
The winner is crowned king; the loser warms the bed.