Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 140: Under Watchful Eyes, Flirting with Danger

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Under Watchful Eyes, Flirting with Danger
Eleanor Valerius met Sebastian Ford’s gaze, as if she were instantly caught by him!
Her breathing and heartbeat were in disarray, and her earlier distraction seemed out of control, all converging towards him.
Such a terrifying influence made Eleanor panic instinctively to avoid it.
At the same time, Damian Lowell frowned in dissatisfaction at Sebastian Ford’s relentless pursuit.
He wrapped an arm around Eleanor Valerius’ waist, spinning with her, using himself as a barrier between Eleanor and Sebastian.
In that moment, Sebastian Ford’s narrowed eyes grew even more menacing.
The enchanting figure of Eleanor in her red dress was imprinted in his eyes, igniting a dangerous scarlet.
His long fingers tightened in displeasure, causing Zoe Croft to flinch in pain, yet she dared not push Master Ford away.
She had never danced such an awkward and stiff dance before, barely able to maintain the smile on her face.
In the ballroom, other dancing couples were also changing positions.
"Don’t mind it, let’s move somewhere else."
Damian Lowell bent slightly, whispering in Eleanor Valerius’ ear, his steps naturally maintaining the distance between them.
"I..."
Eleanor wanted to refuse.
But the truth was, she dared not look at Sebastian Ford, let alone see him dancing with Zoe Croft.
Even she couldn’t stand her double-standard mindset.
After this dance, she wouldn’t be able to keep pretending with Damian any longer, which wasn’t fair to Lawyer Lowell either.
At this moment, seeing Eleanor Valerius gradually move away from him, the hostility in Sebastian Ford’s eyes spread even more.
The most annoying thing was, Damian Lowell was blatantly trying to steal!
Who could take away what’s his?
No matter if she fled, he would chase, using the dance to step by step press forward.
"Master Ford, I can’t keep up with your pace..."
Zoe Croft was in a panic, accidentally stepping on Master Ford’s foot.
However, Sebastian Ford didn’t consider her situation, relying on the advantage of his long legs to easily close in on Eleanor Valerius again.
Eleanor could feel the imposing entrapment without even looking back.
At this time, the music of the dance reached its ending.
Sebastian Ford squinted, seizing the moment.
"Miss Croft, if you dance like this, don’t lightly claim you know how to dance."
"Master Ford... eh??"
As soon as the words fell, Sebastian Ford released his grip, pushing Zoe Croft towards Damian Lowell.
At the same moment.
Eleanor Valerius also released her hand, just about to tell Damian Lowell the dance was over.
Unexpectedly, the unsteady Zoe Croft bumped into her.
Her instinctive struggle nudged Eleanor Valerius, then lunged towards Damian Lowell.
Therefore, Damian Lowell, out of courtesy, supported Zoe Croft.
Almost simultaneously, he realized something was wrong, trying to reach out to Eleanor Valerius but it was too late.
Eleanor Valerius’ steps retreated, precisely falling into Sebastian Ford’s embrace.
That slight bump sent her heartbeat into turmoil, a soft gasp escaping her lips uncontrollably.
Then, the music for the second dance started.
Sebastian Ford held her waist forcefully in a dance posture.
Even under the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, the intimacy of their ballroom dance was not suspicious.
At this moment, Eleanor initially wanted to refuse to leave, but her waist was held by him, a forceful and gentle entrapment she couldn’t escape from.
"You can dance with Damian Lowell, but not with me?"
Sebastian Ford leaned in, his voice carrying hidden anger.
Eleanor didn’t answer, obediently following his steps.
Truth be told, it was her first time dancing with Sebastian Ford.
If it wasn’t for the presence of Damian Lowell and Zoe Croft earlier, their relationship would surely be up for speculation.
At this time, Damian Lowell was also forced to finish the dance with Zoe Croft.
Compared to the unapproachable Master Ford, Zoe Croft felt that the gentle Lawyer Lowell seemed more worthwhile.
"Does Lawyer Lowell have someone he likes?"
"Yes."
Maintaining courtesy, Damian Lowell glanced slightly at Eleanor Valerius in Sebastian Ford’s arms.
"Miss Croft, don’t waste your thoughts on me."
"..."
Zoe Croft didn’t expect Lawyer Lowell to be even colder than Master Ford.
Both dances were danced awkwardly.
However, Eleanor knew she couldn’t always avoid Sebastian Ford.
She took a deep breath, lifting her gaze to meet his.
Seeing Sebastian Ford full of anger, as if waiting for her to appease him.
Eleanor glared at him, unable to resist retorting: "Master Ford, here for a blind date and even invited Miss Croft to dance, of course, I shouldn’t bother you."
"Are you jealous?"
Sebastian Ford raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing her.
"Absolutely not!"
Eleanor quickly refuted.
The next moment, unwilling to be outdone, she countered: "You weren’t happy seeing me dance with Lawyer Lowell, were you jealous too?"
"Ha, how could that be."
Sebastian Ford’s squinted eyes harbored anger mixed with wariness.
Both were jealous, neither would admit it!
When the ballroom dance reached the point where they were face to face.
The surrounding dancing couples were close, whispering secrets.
At this moment, Sebastian Ford also leaned closer to Eleanor Valerius, skirting perilously close to the edge of danger.
His gaze, restrained, fixed upon the fair skin below her red dress.
His large hands along her back from the open-back design, his fingers daring to slip inside.
"Sebastian Ford!?"
Eleanor tensed immediately, lowering her voice trying urgently to stop him.
This was a banquet dance floor under everyone’s watch!
"Shh, be good."
On the surface, Sebastian Ford maintained an air of serious decorum.
Yet, his fingers traced down her waist, enamored by the sensation of her soft, smooth skin.
He had been restraining himself all evening, already wanting to do this from the start!
"I’ll personally cleanse it for you."
He regretted not leaving a mark on her back, permitting her to show it off to other men!
"Don’t you dare..."
Eleanor’s eyes trembled, afraid to move, avoiding exposing the situation more obviously.
Indeed, the spot she stood in was quite tricky, no one behind her, her long hair could somewhat cover his illicit explorations.
Once she realized it, she knew Sebastian had come prepared, truly mischievous!
To endure his actions in such a public setting, the rising shame coloring her ears red.
Clearly, Sebastian Ford intended to punish her.
She really feared she couldn’t withstand it.
Eleanor lightly bit her lip, tilting her head slightly back, with eyes shimmering as she softly spoke: "In the short span of a dance, will you have enough of feeling? If you don’t mind later being interrupted by my trespassing on your blind date, I’d like to have a private dance with you."
To stop his teasing, she’d give him an even greater reward.
"You’re seducing me."
Sebastian Ford, noting her throat quivering slightly, laughed with unveiled lust in his eyes.
"Very well, I agree entirely with you."
Finally, when the dance concluded, Sebastian withdrew his hand.
Eleanor still tried to steady her breathing, unable to meet his provocatively aroused gaze directly.
Meanwhile, Damian Lowell couldn’t wait to let go of Zoe Croft.
Zoe having failed both dances, glared begrudgingly at Eleanor Valerius beside Master Ford.
"She was just as tense, surely it’s because Master Ford is too difficult to handle, it’s not my fault; anybody would feel uncomfortable dancing with Master Ford."
However, Eleanor’s discomfort was hard to articulate.
While Master Ford found comfort, his mood improved.
"In ten minutes, I’ll arrange for fireworks on the hotel rooftop."
Upon hearing this, everyone was pleased and excited.
Knowing that lighting fireworks in Aethelgard’s urban area required an application for approval.
Consequently, guests of the gathering crowded onto the rooftop.
Damian Lowell clearly saw Eleanor Valerius, but amidst the throng, by the time he neared, she was already nowhere to be found.
Pointedly, he noticed that Sebastian Ford was also missing.
The rooftop buzzed with lively chatter.
A floor below, lay the presidential suite.
The lights off, in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, two silhouettes overlapped.
Eleanor Valerius was pressed by Sebastian Ford from behind, pinning against the glass.
He gently pinched her face, his hoarse voice falling like a whisper in her ears: "This position is great; soon, you’ll see the fireworks."
Simultaneously, Sebastian Ford lowered his head, kissing down her neck, beginning to savor.