Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 141: Who Will Be Beside Me Tonight

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Who Will Be Beside Me Tonight
Sebastian Ford’s tall frame completely overshadowed and controlled Eleanor Valerius in his embrace.
Her long hair was brushed to one side by her ear, and the few straps of her evening gown couldn’t cover her smooth back.
She looked stunning tonight, but he didn’t want anyone else to see her like this.
Possessive, exclusive.
In Sebastian Ford’s greedy gaze, it turned dangerous.
A space where the two of them were alone.
Sebastian’s kisses went slowly down from her neck.
"Mmm, the glass is so cold..."
Eleanor’s voice was soft, and she tilted her head slightly to look at him, her expression coy.
She was mentally prepared that Sebastian wouldn’t be easy to appease tonight.
Being controlled by him this way was somewhat frightening.
She couldn’t see his expression while he lowered his head, and her hands couldn’t touch him.
In his one-sided embrace and dominance, she dared not struggle forcefully and could only follow his lead.
In the quiet suite, their breaths mingled together.
"Baby, the fireworks are here."
Sebastian whispered a voice hoarse to the extreme by her ear.
At the same moment, he held the soft her tightly in his arms.
Before the floor-to-ceiling window, the lit fireworks blossomed with colorful brilliance in the night sky.
When light and shadow interlaced, they flashed across the glass,
Illuminating a scene of intimate closeness between Eleanor and Sebastian.
As the fireworks continued to bloom time and again.
In their shared line of sight, they could see their overlapping silhouettes.
The view from the floor-to-ceiling windows was truly beautiful.
"Are the fireworks beautiful?"
Sebastian asked deliberately.
She couldn’t see clearly...
Her eyes were misted with pearly tears.
Sebastian gazed down, savoring her submissive expression.
The sound of fireworks blooming in the night sky drowned out Eleanor’s voice.
The frequencies of their breaths and heartbeats aligned, more splendid than the fireworks’ display.
...
Tonight, who is whose secret lover.
In the room, the fireworks Eleanor and Sebastian watched were a scene of infinite springtime allure.
The hotel’s rooftop fireworks could only be seen but not felt.
The social gathering had turned into a raucous party by this time.
When Damian Lowell learned that Eleanor had been taken away by Sebastian, he left early.
Subsequently, Regina Jennings, not seeing Eleanor, assumed she had gone to meet privately with Damian.
Until the banquet ended.
At 11 p.m., the hotel parking lot was quiet.
The Ford Family’s bodyguards arrived first.
Then, it was Sebastian, dressed in a bathrobe, carrying Eleanor wrapped in a suit jacket, striding out from the elevator.
During the bath, Eleanor had already been on the verge of sleep.
Yet Sebastian still decided to take her home.
As soon as they got into the car, he placed Eleanor in the back seat.
A car light flashed suddenly from the opposite side.
Immediately, the Ford’s bodyguards looked alertly at the man emerging from the sports car.
"Master Ford, it’s Lawyer Lowell."
Upon hearing this, Sebastian wasn’t surprised at all.
He leaned to support Eleanor’s side, adjusting the car’s air conditioning to prevent her from catching a cold.
In the quiet parking lot, the approaching footsteps of Damian were clear.
At this moment, Sebastian got out of the car and closed the door, unwilling to let Eleanor be seen by another man in her current state.
"Lawyer Lowell, are you waiting for me?"
Sebastian squinted lazily, heedless of using his rakish manner as a show of dominance.
Damian glanced at the back seat of the limousine, his brow furrowing heavily.
"I am waiting for Miss Valerius."
He believed Eleanor had no choice but to be coerced in Sebastian’s presence.
At these words, Sebastian laughed coldly and questioned, "What identity does Lawyer Lowell use to wait for my person?"
"And what identity does Mr. Ford use to restrict Miss Valerius’s freedom?"
Clearly, Damian was here to intercept.
"I heard that the Ford Family’s family rules are strict. For Mr. Ford to exploit his status and power for such actions is simply shameless. Mr. Ford should not know, right? Just because you are the Family Head doesn’t mean you can throw propriety and dignity aside."
"Of the words propriety, righteousness, integrity, and honor, which one does Lawyer Lowell think I’m missing?"
Sebastian was very displeased that Damian presented himself as a rival.
In the next moment, he deliberately tugged at the robe’s collar, revealing the bite mark Eleanor had left.
"Has Lawyer Lowell ever considered that your unrequited feelings might be an undue burden for her."
Sebastian intended to assert confidently that it was Eleanor who initially enticed him.
Yet, he was unwilling to share their secret.
"She doesn’t want to see you, so I hope you won’t bother and disturb her."
"Is it she who doesn’t want to see, or is it you who won’t allow her to see?"
Damian’s steps couldn’t get any closer, as the Ford’s bodyguards were already blocking him.
He clenched his fists, really wanting to loudly ask Eleanor if she needed his help.
However, he feared that speaking out would bring unbearable pressure on her.
"She doesn’t want to see you, and I won’t let you see her either."
Sebastian had a grim sense of oppression in his eyes, his attitude of absolute control unyielding.
At this moment, separated by the car door.
Lying sideways on the seat, Eleanor actually heard everything.
She didn’t respond because she was too exhausted.
Inside the suit jacket was her exposed body; besides Sebastian, she truly didn’t want to see anyone else.
Moreover, Damian’s acts of concern had surpassed what was appropriate for a friend’s role.
"Lawyer Lowell should mind his boundaries."
Sebastian didn’t miss the anger that Damian was striving to suppress in his eyes.
This was evidently not solely for Eleanor, but Damian’s hatred was exposed amidst his jealousy.
"You might not know, in Aethelgard, the surname Lowell isn’t particularly auspicious."
Sebastian’s words carried a veiled probe, a deliberate double-provocation: "Tonight’s social gathering, I indeed found very pleasant. No business talk, no private matters discussed; I still need to take my baby home for a leisurely enjoyment."
Leaving this remark completely infuriated the doubly resentful Damian.
Damian obviously knew Sebastian’s suspicions.
In Aethelgard, he was limited everywhere, forced to watch helplessly as Eleanor was taken by Sebastian.
Subsequently, Sebastian returned to the car.
The vehicle started and drove off, with the Ford’s bodyguards maintaining their watchful guard against Damian.
At this point, Sebastian noticed Eleanor curling into herself, hiding her face entirely within the suit jacket.
He reached out to touch her, only for her to resist and evade.
"Awake? Are you upset?"
Because he wouldn’t let her meet Damian?
Very well, Master Ford was now capable of finding jealousy without provocation.
He was displeased with Eleanor’s attitude.
Unable to touch her face, he seized her ankle, demanding she face him.
Suddenly, Eleanor emerged with disheveled hair, flushed cheeks glaring at him, questioning: "Who gave you the right to lie in my name? You’re my lover, tonight I am the one enjoying you!"