Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 142: She Wants to Turn the Tables and Defy Her Superiors

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: She Wants to Turn the Tables and Defy Her Superiors
Eleanor Valerius’s gaze was both coy and fierce.
She flaunted her charming and coquettish demeanor, insisting on questioning him right there in his embrace.
At this moment, Sebastian Ford’s mind wavered slightly.
A moment ago, he was jealous of her caring for Damian Lowell, but the next moment, he was defenselessly seduced by her.
The anger of jealousy in his eyes was shattered by her gentle soothing.
"I admit it, I said the wrong thing."
Sebastian leaned down, supporting his arm beside Eleanor Valerius to avoid pressing on her hair, bowing his head and slowly moving closer to her.
"Baby, do you still want me to stay with you tonight?"
"Are you begging me?"
Eleanor Valerius blinked, reached out to hook Sebastian Ford’s neck, lifted her head so that the crown of her hair brushed against his chin.
"You like me begging you, so I shall do so. The most important thing about being a lover is being obedient."
Sebastian Ford cooperated in the role-playing with great seriousness.
Upon hearing this, Eleanor Valerius smiled and nodded approvingly.
"Then you have to be especially obedient so I can reward you."
"Hmm, like what?"
Sebastian Ford lazily squinted his eyes, his defenses unconsciously lowered.
He truly couldn’t resist her proactiveness.
Hence, Eleanor Valerius continued to hide in his embrace, shielded by his suit jacket.
"Like tonight, I want you... to hold me while I sleep."
"Sleep?"
Sebastian Ford raised an eyebrow, realizing the little fox was playing tricks to deceive him.
Subsequently, Eleanor Valerius nestled against his shoulder, deliberately saying, "Of course, just sleeping. Today’s matchmaking event was exhausting; even lovers should cooperate by being my exclusive pillow.
Speaking of which, it seems like neither of us had any luck at tonight’s matchmaking, so if you don’t find a new love, our game just continues for now."
Sebastian Ford was amused by her remark.
"Oh, you mean you want to continue participating in such matchmaking events using your identity as the third Miss of the Valerius Family?"
"What’s the problem? In front of me, you are my lover; in front of others, you are Master Ford."
Eleanor Valerius clearly saw the anger in his eyes; she knew how dangerous her words were.
The next moment, she lay atop his shoulder, laughing softly, "Lover, did you forget that you were supposed to be angry? I haven’t soothed you yet, or have you calmed down on your own? After breaking off the engagement, our relationship is bound to change."
Sebastian Ford said nothing.
Still angry?
Just now, their interaction already made him forget!
How could he forget that he and Eleanor were competing to be the victor in this relationship?
The little fox was not to be underestimated, clearly in his embrace yet capable of turning the tables to become the dominant one at any moment.
"After you sleep, then I say that?"
"Lover, I’m just reminding you."
Eleanor Valerius lazily propped her chin and tilted her head, looking at him.
"I said I’m a bad woman; I was the one who seduced you first. If you indulge me like this indefinitely, I’ll really be spoiled by you. Lover, don’t be too easy to pacify; you should wait for me to come to you first.
Only then can you tell Lawyer Lowell that it was you who won me, rather than me continuously watching you take the initiative."
"..."
Exposing himself as someone who can’t resist losing control first, cheapening himself.
Sebastian Ford felt regret, which led to anger and embarrassment.
"But the fact is, I was waiting for you to come to tonight’s matchmaking event; was this also your way of drawing me in, pretending to play hard to get?"
"You’re quite easy to hook."
Eleanor Valerius didn’t deny it.
In fact, she hadn’t considered it in that way at all.
Sebastian Ford had openly declared he wouldn’t help her, and she never intended to rely entirely on this man.
Since it was like this, her heart needed to distinguish clearly.
Her affection for Sebastian was merely bait she used to ensnare him.
The sudden shift in attitude occurred when she submerged in emotions, only to awaken forcefully restrained.
"Having caught me, shouldn’t you be holding on tightly?"
Sebastian Ford looked down at her from a height.
Facing him, Eleanor Valerius couldn’t afford to show any flaws.
"Master Ford should trust that I’ll certainly hold tightly to you, otherwise I wouldn’t have spent the evening watching fireworks meant for only the two of us. But you enjoy my initiative, want to hand control over to me; you must have patience that I’ll manage the game with careful thought."
"So, you think I’m too domineering?"
Sebastian Ford detected her accusation.
"Yes, I’m quite afraid."
Eleanor Valerius laughed with genuine apprehension.
Knowing, Sebastian Ford’s identity and influence could absolutely overrun her.
He wanted to conquer her, wanted to polish away her rough edges.
She feared losing her allure to him; before escaping from the Valerius Family, she needed his backing.
Yet at the same time, she feared losing control of her emotions, wanting never to indulge herself in a romantic relationship with Sebastian like lovers.
"Don’t you like the thrill of pursuit? Your undisputed control over me, isn’t watching me defying, scheming against you more fun? If you’re too fierce, it means I conform to your words in every affair, not you to mine."
Eleanor abruptly turned over, looking down at Sebastian Ford.
Ironically, Sebastian’s penchant was precisely at her disposal.
"You’re not thinking of deceiving me, are you?"
He realized he was indeed rather easy to deceive.
"How could I, I’m serious, for I can’t hide anything in your presence."
Eleanor Valerius’s words were double-edged, proving her submission to him.
"Alright, then I’ll listen to you and wait for you to pacify me."
Sebastian Ford’s declaration of trust was actually his irresistible addiction.
The indulgence time and again stemmed from his lack of limits.
Deceived!
Eleanor Valerius’s eyes sparkled with laughter.
She was acutely aware that both were merely momentarily enchanted by emotions; internal awareness drove their struggle.
Sebastian Ford’s trust and indulgence were simply because he hadn’t grown tired; he was enjoying the game with her.
She was always balancing, snuggled in his embrace, yet scheming in her mind to escape step by step.
If her true intentions got discovered by Sebastian Ford, he would be thoroughly enraged, no longer gentle.
That was the man she feared most.
And so, Eleanor cursed herself to stay lucid.
Liking Sebastian Ford was akin to entangling oneself with a cocoon.
"You’ve reminded me."
Sebastian Ford suddenly squinted with a light laugh.
He seemed unwilling, retreating bit by bit tonight in front of her.
"Hmm?"
Eleanor Valerius blinked, sensing an ominous premonition.
Suddenly, Sebastian Ford sat upright, looking at her with a smile.
"Since I’m going to be angry, why would I take you home? Instead, I’ll send you back to the Valerius Family."
Eleanor Valerius froze.
Back to the Valerius Family?
She hadn’t dressed at all!
Was Sebastian Ford demanding she plead and pacify him right now?
At this moment, Eleanor Valerius pursed her lips without a response, picked up his suit jacket to cover her body.
Sebastian Ford was sure she couldn’t return to face Regina Jennings in her current state.
Until, they parked in front of the Valerius family villa.
Sebastian Ford glanced at her conflicted expression, subtly suggesting, "I’m in a good mood tonight; you only need to slightly implore me, and I would soften up and take you home."
Unexpectedly, Eleanor Valerius laughed.
"Mother wouldn’t know this suit is yours. If she asks, I’ll say some random man lent it to me tonight."
Sebastian Ford’s face went dark, immediately infuriated.
Watching Eleanor Valerius attempt to open the door to disembark.
The car door swiftly opened and closed.
The particularly possessive Master Ford sprang back to reclaim the little fox!