Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 147: Being Good, Begging for Mercy

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Being Good, Begging for Mercy
Byron Ford scrutinized Eleanor Valerius and Sebastian Ford, both in bathrobes, with a suspicious gaze.
Upon hearing this, Eleanor Valerius suddenly held her breath, her whole body going stiff.
She never imagined that this time Byron Ford would catch evidence of her affair?!
"I didn’t go to the hot spring."
Eleanor quickly brainstormed, tense voice explaining, "When I was looking for Master Ford, I accidentally fell into the hot spring pool, soaking myself. When I encountered danger just now, I worried about his safety and chased over to ask."
Afterward, she handed Sebastian’s phone to him, deliberately easing Byron’s suspicion with this gesture.
Byron’s eyes lit up.
"Cough, cough, are you okay?"
Found a clue?
"I’m fine."
None.
Of course, Eleanor was brushing him off.
She wouldn’t expose herself!
"Second brother, you should also be responsible for the ambush I faced at the Hot Spring Villa."
Sebastian lowered his voice to hold Byron accountable, instantly pulling his attention back to suspicion.
As it stood, both Eleanor and Byron were quite guilty-minded.
"As long as you don’t suspect me of doing it, sneaking in here to ambush the Ford Family Head, I’ll surely take responsibility."
He couldn’t just put on an act, especially since he was now under the suspicion of being framed.
Of course, Sebastian wanted to test Byron.
However, looking at Eleanor with her wet hair wrapped in a bathrobe, he solemnly advised, "I’ll let your mistake slide tonight, but don’t stay here. Go back first."
"Got it."
Eleanor obediently nodded, leaving Nathan to him, and turned to walk back.
Sebastian’s gaze followed her with a clear hint.
Wait for him.
Eleanor went straight back to his bedroom.
At that moment, Sebastian further inquired of Byron, "I was attacked here. I wonder if Lawyer Lowell might be in danger on that end, as he is a distinguished guest of the Sinclair Family."
"Right, I’ll go ask."
Byron hadn’t yet left when he saw a staff member run over to , "Second Master, Third Master, Lawyer Lowell mentioned half an hour ago that the Sinclair Family had an urgent matter to address, and he has already left the villa."
Sebastian smiled faintly, Damian Lowell really was meticulous.
"Second brother, what’s your plan?"
"Of course, to chase and resolve the assassins!"
Byron also wanted to personally lead the bodyguards nearby to pursue.
"Nathan, you go along too."
Sebastian tossed the gun in his hand to him.
Tonight’s baiting plan yielded results.
The remaining forces of the Lowell Family revealed themselves, providing clues to further investigate.
Most importantly, the Ford Family conspirator who helped rescue Damian Lowell tonight wasn’t Byron.
There remained a long-hidden enemy still undiscovered.
...
Sebastian returned to the bedroom.
Pushing open the door, he saw Eleanor lying on the bed, still awake; her eyes bright and enthralling.
The night lights were dim, Sebastian walked over and gently touched her cheek.
"Are you injured?"
She couldn’t control her worry for his safety.
"Are you concerned if I’m still functional?"
Sebastian raised his eyebrows, deliberately making her question sound suggestive.
Eleanor glared at him, only to be captured by his kiss a moment later.
Actually, at this moment, she felt a bit sleepy; the heat from the hot spring water had cooled.
"I’m all cold now."
"Hmm, I can warm you up."
Sebastian untied his bathrobe, his tall frame enveloping her beneath him.
Arousal rekindled with his kisses, receiving her involuntary embrace in response.
"Having a lover works better than a hot spring; you’re scorching all over, looking beautiful."
Sebastian’s laughter carried a teasing huskiness.
At this moment, Eleanor’s rationality was also swept away by excitement.
She proactively wrapped her arms around his neck, inviting with a kiss.
"Sebastian... you scoundrel..."
"Shh, I’m loving you."
Sebastian firmly yet tenderly held her until the end.
...
Overwhelmed with emotion, tears moistened Eleanor’s eyes after everything.
Her body went limp, breaths rapid like a fish out of water, nearly unable to take it anymore.
Sebastian maintained their embrace, not letting go, kissing her earlobe again.
"Darling, shall we continue?"
"I’m so tired..."
Eleanor dodged his kisses with erratic breathing, her chest still heaving.
She tilted her head slightly, looking at him with tear-filled eyes, uncertain if she was being coy or accusatory.
"Hmm? Really tired?"
Sebastian huskily questioned, holding her sweaty body close.
After a few days apart, he longed for her, but he still hadn’t had enough.
"I want to sleep, please spare me..."
Eleanor affectionately rubbed against his palm.
She had no energy to refuse him; if he wanted to continue, she couldn’t stop him.
"Why do I feel like your stamina has worsened recently?"
Sebastian wasn’t satisfied, but didn’t want to torment the pleading her anymore.
The affection should be mutually enjoyable, and he didn’t want to indulge unilaterally, also caring for her in their relationship.
"Humph, you’re the terrifying one..."
Eleanor leaned against him, drowsy.
In the end, Sebastian had no choice but to carry her to the bathroom to bathe.
The phone on the sofa received a from Nathan, but he didn’t check immediately.
However, the thought of Damian Lowell’s assassination plot made Sebastian seriously suspect that he also wanted to eliminate a romantic rival.
"Eleanor Valerius."
"Hmm?"
Almost asleep in his arms.
Sebastian lightly bit her, wanting her to stay alert, whispering in her ear, "Keep your distance from Damian Lowell. If you provoke me again, I’ll make it so you can’t even plead."
Half asleep, Eleanor murmured a response, already dozing off.
...
Damian Lowell’s assassination plan failed tonight.
A bullet grazed his right arm, and he barely escaped Byron’s pursuit.
If it weren’t for the mercenaries’ timely rescue, the results would have been unimaginable.
"Young Master Lowell, the Hot Spring Villa was Sebastian Ford’s trap; you underestimated him."
"I lost composure; thank you for saving me."
Damian’s dark eyes were sharp.
The man speaking was none other than the subdued son-in-law, Owen Shaw, who married into the Ford family.
In the past, he plotted with the Lowell Family, conspiring to hunt down Sebastian, causing the latter to go deaf in one ear—it was all his doing.
...
The next day.
Eleanor rode with Sebastian back to the company from the Hot Spring Villa.
In the morning, Byron came to discuss last night’s assassination attempt.
Soon after, Eleanor was entrusted with an important task by her second uncle.
"Third Master’s neck has love bites! He’s definitely secretly involved with that woman again! You must seize the chance to uncover Third Master’s affair!"
Eleanor: "..."
Why did she foolishly leave love bites on him last night!
Moreover, does Sebastian have some weird fondness for flaunting love bites?
How could their affair be so blatant now!