Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 153: Eleanor, Master Ford Will Take Care of You

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Eleanor, Master Ford Will Take Care of You
Eleanor Valerius bit her lip hard; she couldn’t allow herself to only be able to cry any longer.
Collapse is the most useless negative emotion.
"Can you identify the deceased?"
The police inquired beside her.
Suddenly, Eleanor took a deep breath and wiped away her tears, blinking forcefully to clear her vision.
"I need to take another look."
She slowly lifted the white sheet, the scene before her wasn’t terrifying, but it was heartbreakingly sad.
Ivy Valerius’s charred body was unrecognizable, even her hands and feet were scorched into a slight curl.
She closed her eyes, forcefully searching for clues in the just-desperate memories.
Her second sister had suffered many injuries; from the time she disappeared until now, it was only a few hours, but she undoubtedly endured inhuman torture and humiliation.
A raging fire erased the scars she had experienced and broke through the facade of this hellhole.
"Yes, I can confirm she is my second sister, Ivy Valerius."
Eleanor’s voice choked, she strove to maintain composure and said, "My second sister was murdered, I can provide the information here, I hope the police will conduct a thorough investigation."
"Alright, please come back to the police station with us to give a detailed statement."
An officer thought of something and reminded her, "Aside from you, does the deceased Ivy Valerius have other family members?"
Eleanor’s eyes slightly trembled; she had to deliver this news to Jim Lynch.
Upon leaving, she could still feel Sebastian Ford’s gaze.
However, she couldn’t see where Sebastian Ford was.
The distance between her and him became clearer, illuminated by the fire.
Similarly, Sebastian Ford was also losing control of his rationality; the more lucid he was, the deeper he sank, unable to extricate himself.
"Follow them."
"Yes," the driver replied.
This time, even Nathan Kendrick dared not raise any questions.
Master Ford’s attention to Eleanor Valerius had long exceeded their expectations.
...
After finishing the statement at the police station.
Eleanor notified Jim Lynch to come see her second sister one last time.
Because the case involved a criminal matter, Ivy Valerius’s body had to undergo a forensic autopsy.
The temperature in the police morgue felt as cold as hell.
Jim Lynch recognized his lover, burned beyond recognition, at a glance.
But he shook his head, with a hopeless gaze towards Eleanor, questioning, "There must be a mistake, right? She’s not Ivy... Ivy promised she’d leave with me, how could she leave alone... There must be a mistake..."
His words trailed off and Jim Lynch was already in tears.
Facing despair, it also pierced Eleanor, making her throat feel choked and uncomfortable.
The identification process concluded.
Outside, Eleanor saw Jim Lynch in a state of furious hysteria.
"Are all the police’s claims true? Did they torment Ivy to the point of suicide, will they face justice! Have the police caught the culprits? I want revenge for Ivy, I want them to pay in blood!"
"Lynch, you still have parents to take care of, my second sister wouldn’t want to see you lose your life."
Eleanor took a deep breath, they spoke in hushed tones at the station.
"Leave the revenge to me, I will avenge the wrongs my sister suffered doubly!"
...
When Eleanor left the police station, the morning light was already clear.
The darkness of last night seemed only to remain in her memory, becoming a shadow she could never let go of.
At that moment, a black limousine parked not far away drove over.
The car door opened, and Sebastian Ford reached out towards Eleanor from inside the car.
He had waited there for her all night.
Eleanor’s eyes slightly shifted, feeling a bit surprised yet finding it somewhat inevitable.
"Sebastian Ford..."
She looked at him, her hoarse voice seemed to be confirming him.
"Yes, it’s me."
When Sebastian Ford felt Eleanor place her hand in his palm, he smoothly pulled her into the car.
He felt her whole body was ice cold, so he wrapped her tightly in his arms, trying to warm her with his body heat.
"Is there anywhere you’re feeling unwell?"
"No."
Seated in his arms, Eleanor’s rigid body slowly relaxed, yet she still felt cold.
The emotional collapse last night was too extreme, speaking made her throat hurt, and her eyes were swollen and sore.
"Where are you taking me?"
She saw the vehicle in motion, her tone light.
"Taking you home, eat something, then rest for a while."
Sebastian Ford’s large hand gently brushed her cheek.
Before him, Eleanor seemed shattered, losing her spirit, it pained him to see her like this.
The kinship in the Ford Family was thin; he couldn’t truly empathize with Eleanor and Ivy Valerius’s sisterly bond.
"Come with me, don’t go back to the Valerius Family, I’ll take care of you."
Listening to Eleanor and Ivy’s conversation last night, Sebastian Ford knew she wanted to escape the Valerius Family.
He had once restrained himself not to intervene, but he couldn’t persuade himself.
During the night he spent waiting for her outside.
Sebastian Ford pondered deeply, ultimately indulging his desire to take her away.
Hearing the words, Eleanor couldn’t help but feel a flutter.
She stared deeply at Sebastian Ford, feeling the urge to cry but realizing her tears seemed to have run dry.
"Eleanor, you will no longer need to be afraid, I will protect you."
Sebastian Ford’s fingers slipped through her hair, wrapped around her neck, lowering his head as if nestled with hers.
His voice was gentle, as if comforting, like a declaration of his decision to sink into this commitment.
"If the name Eleanor Valerius is a shackle of identity for you, I’ll take you away; in the future, by my side, you’ll have a new identity. No one can ever bully you again, my protection is an unbreakable barrier, your life will only get better."
His romantic words... why did they sound so terrifying?
Eleanor’s smile carried a hint of bitterness.
Sebastian Ford saw firsthand how she was shackled by the Valerius Family and wanted to take her away and protect her.
But she was an individual, with her own thoughts and feelings.
Leaving the Valerius Family with him wasn’t what she wanted, she wouldn’t become a puppet, reliant on him.
She didn’t want to be imprisoned by his affection, she only longed for a life of freedom and dignity.
But, Sebastian Ford didn’t know.
Maybe he knew and didn’t care; he didn’t give her the choice.
"Alright?"
Sebastian Ford’s loss of control was his possessiveness turned to the extreme.
To him, he had already crossed the line for Eleanor Valerius, he couldn’t offer her anything more.
Yet, what he offered was not what Eleanor wanted.
"No, I want to return to the Valerius Family."
In his arms, Eleanor bluntly expressed her refusal.
Suddenly, Sebastian Ford’s eyes showed puzzling anger, he frowned, drew closer to her, questioning, "Why don’t you want it? In this situation, you want to go back to the Valerius Family? Isn’t staying with me the best choice?"
"I can’t just let things end like this with my sister’s incident."
Eleanor didn’t actually voice it out, her refusal stemmed from resisting his gentle imprisonment with fear.
She saw Sebastian Ford’s anger; after her emotional breakdown and sleepless night, she was ironically calm and clear-headed.
"Don’t be angry, alright?"
Eleanor turned and snuggled into his arms, the moment’s docility was deliberate.
"I need you; I know you will be there for me. But for now, I can’t leave with you; just wait for me, you want me to be happy when I’m with you, don’t you? You are my resolute sole choice."
Eleanor was coaxing him.
Walking willingly into a trap? Absolutely not!
Sebastian Ford’s eyes narrowed, anger still lingering.
His anger intensified when Eleanor, with a pale face, smiled in defiance.
Why wouldn’t she cry? Why wouldn’t she implore him?
Why didn’t she force him to break his limits and succumb again for her!?
"Don’t smile anymore, don’t force yourself."
Sebastian Ford sighed, as if retreating in compromise.