Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 150: That Was Close! She Didn’t Secretly Get Pregnant with His Child

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: That Was Close! She Didn’t Secretly Get Pregnant with His Child
Eleanor Valerius knew very well that Grandpa was not as easy to fool as her second uncle.
If she was really discovered, she would be labeled as a vile woman deliberately seducing Sebastian Ford.
Compared to her panic and fear while hiding behind the door,
Sebastian Ford remained calm, with no trace of any unusual emotions in his eyes.
"Father, is there any woman here with me?"
Of course, he also needed to hide her.
"I just finished my work and came back to take a shower. Cooking is my way of enjoying the feeling of being in control."
"So my choice back then was correct; you are the child destined to become the head of the Ford Family."
Mr. Ford didn’t seem to suspect anything else, nodding in approval as he said, "Sebastian, I have the highest expectations for you. You never let me down, but sometimes I worry if you might have any weaknesses."
Sebastian squinted his eyes a bit, answering with a question: "Did Second Brother say something to you?"
"I am concerned about you."
Mr. Ford remarked meaningfully, "I was surprised to hear you seriously talk about becoming the other man, Sebastian. But remember, women you play around with outside aren’t allowed into the Ford Family, especially to bear children."
It was both a reminder and a strict family rule.
When Eleanor heard these words, she suddenly felt a heavy discomfort in her chest.
She knew that the gap in status between her and Sebastian was the reason they could never be together.
"How fortunate! It’s a good thing I didn’t get pregnant that first time without protection."
Eleanor subconsciously touched her flat belly.
She turned and glanced at the messy sheets, blushing as she looked away.
"Sebastian always takes precautions, surely there’s nothing wrong. Back then, I faked a pregnancy just to tease him. If I had actually secretly gotten pregnant with his child, the Ford Family would never allow me to use it against him."
Downstairs.
Sebastian remained silent for a long time before responding to Mr. Ford’s reminder.
Born into the Ford Family, he understood the survival environment of a deceitful and treacherous financial clan.
After losing his wife, his father never remarried. The three siblings were all biological, but in a wealthy family, blood relations are the least valuable.
He was chosen as the heir, the responsibility and pressure of which had already shaped him into his current decisive self throughout his upbringing.
To be a true power holder, one must be cold and clear-headed.
Emotions are the most dangerous, fatal weakness.
"Sebastian, if you want to marry, there are many reputable young ladies from prestigious families in Aethelgard for you to choose from."
Mr. Ford’s push for marriage also came with certain requirements.
On the second floor.
Eleanor was very curious about how Sebastian would respond to Grandpa’s words.
She waited for a while and, hearing nothing, thought about opening the door to see his expression, but was afraid of being discovered.
Her conflicting, tangled emotions made her feel a bit pathetic hiding there.
Why didn’t Sebastian refuse?
Eleanor laughed at herself mockingly; she couldn’t lie to herself.
Hearing he might have an arranged marriage, an unstoppable sadness filled her heart.
"Eleanor Valerius, don’t be foolish!"
She wanted to scold herself awake.
At this time, Sebastian personally escorted Mr. Ford out of the villa.
"Go back, the food will be cold soon."
After Sebastian turned, Mr. Ford didn’t leave but instead called the villa’s butler over to ask questions.
"Sir, Third Master Ford has never brought any women home."
Facing the pressure of two powerful identities, the butler sided with Third Master Ford.
After all, he had personally seen how much Third Master cared about Miss Valerius. It’s very likely that Miss Valerius will become the future mistress of the Ford Family.
Sebastian walked back to the villa under the night sky.
In the kitchen, the dinner had indeed cooled down a bit.
The reminder delivered personally by Mr. Ford also made him suddenly sober from the intense heat of passion.
His loss of control over Eleanor was because of needing to kick an addiction, not indulge in one!
As the head of the Ford Family, his time was extremely precious.
He often took time to improve his culinary skills, both as relaxation and for the joy of control.
But now, he went into the kitchen merely to prepare a dinner for Eleanor personally.
This had completely broken his habit, making his loss of control inevitable.
In some ways, Eleanor was also terrifying.
At this moment, the bedroom door on the second floor opened.
Eleanor changed into her pajamas and came downstairs. Facing Sebastian’s deep gaze, she didn’t want him to see her true emotions, so she covered up with a smile.
"I didn’t expect Grandpa to come suddenly; it scared me. Thankfully, he didn’t discover our affair."
Sebastian looked at her, his gaze like turbulent waves being forcibly restrained.
"Hmm, let’s eat."
"It smells so good; Master Ford’s cooking skills are amazing. Whoever marries you in the future will be so happy."
Eleanor casually brought it up, unable to hide that she overheard.
In fact, she hated herself for testing him.
But she couldn’t stop caring; his previous silence seemed to imply consent.
"Does one feel happy just because of good cooking?"
Sebastian avoided the wedding topic.
He walked over, wrapping his arms around Eleanor as they sat down, holding her in his embrace, pressing his chin into the crook of her neck with a laugh: "Being good in bed also brings happiness; now you have both kinds of happiness all to yourself."
The intimate topic seemed to bring them back to the ambiance after lovemaking.
But the words Mr. Ford said left traces in their hearts that couldn’t be erased.
Eleanor took a deep breath.
"Is it I who enjoy you, or you who enjoy me?"
In the next moment, she bit a piece of beef in her mouth and turned to feed it to Sebastian.
Sebastian took the opportunity to gently bite her lip, his voice turning hoarse, "Tastes so good."
"As your lover, my job is to please you. Have I done well?"
Eleanor actively snuggled against him, tilting her head to hide her love-struck expression.
"Hmm, sweet talk is always pleasant."
Sebastian’s large hand patted her head, his eyes also restraining soberness.
Perhaps, he should really end things with Eleanor.
After finishing dinner,
Sebastian didn’t let Eleanor leave.
In his eyes, Eleanor appeared obedient and gentle throughout, as if there were no abnormalities.
Only when she nestled in his arms at night to sleep did Eleanor also think about escaping.
...
The next day.
Eleanor got up early to leave.
"Mr. Ford, I need to take leave to go to the hospital."
Sebastian now knew Chloe’s situation, but he had to restrain himself from losing control over her again.
"Okay, I’ll arrange for a driver to take you."
"Thank you, Master Ford."
Eleanor kissed him as a gesture of gratitude.
The two appeared sweet as usual, but there was a subtle, awkward clarity between them.
The attempt to resist being swept away felt like a tiny crack slowly collapsing.
...
In the hospital ward.
Eleanor’s appearance brought a smile to Chloe, who had already awakened from surgery.
"Sister, I want to see Vincent’s letter."
"Okay, I’ll open it for you."
Eleanor’s eyes showed a fleeting unease, wanting to escape.
At this time, Ivy, who was also in the ward, noticed this.
Fortunately, the letter from Vincent didn’t mention his current identity and just wished Chloe a successful and healthy surgery.
"Why didn’t Vincent even leave his contact information? Sister, I really want to see him."
He didn’t leave a number, but she knew it.
"Chloe, take care of yourself first. When you’re well, you can meet Vincent."
After leaving the ward.
Ivy asked softly, "Are you unsure about your feelings, Eleanor? Is it your first love with the childhood sweetheart, or Master Ford..."
"There’s no way we could be together!"
Eleanor hurriedly retorted, as if giving herself a psychological hint to deceive herself.
"The Ford Family identity is terrifying. My relationship with him is purely transactional, and won’t involve real emotions. Second Sister, emotions can also be a prison that ensnares one; I don’t want to lose my freedom or lose myself to falling."
While it’s just a fondness and not yet love, she needs to distance herself in time.
Anyway, there are no ties between them. Ending it would be straightforward.
Eleanor didn’t yet know there was already a small life growing inside her.