Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 25: Clinging to Me Isn’t Enough?

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Clinging to Me Isn’t Enough?
Eleanor Valerius’s coquettish and ambiguous gaze was her way of yielding softly.
"Oh? Not calling me Master Ford anymore?"
Sebastian Ford raised an eyebrow, glancing at her and said, "You’ve got quite a few tricks up your sleeve. I thought you had a fiancé but still wanted to keep a lover. So, I’m just Mr. Ford and an uncle to you. You really do use me with distinct roles."
He’s here to settle scores!
"No, I only have one lover, otherwise, I wouldn’t have cherished photos in the hands of that lover."
Eleanor blinked innocently: "You’ve been the only one to see how I look in bed. If you want to publicize those photos, unless you’re thinking of giving me away to someone else."
She was using his possessive nature to turn things around.
"Who knows."
Sebastian wore an expression that was hard to appease.
"Really, the mark from the night you bit me is still there."
Eleanor reached out to unbutton two buttons, revealing the bite mark left on her chest.
Sebastian squinted: "Can’t see clearly."
Eleanor slowly walked over, standing right in front of him.
Sebastian was sitting, but his height gave him a perfect view of her chest.
With her top open, soft and white, it was almost like she was tempting him.
"I usually cover it up tight, so if anyone sees it, they’ll know I’m yours."
Sebastian scrutinized her; this sly fox had to be scared a little to behave.
"Assistant Valerius, are you seducing your boss in the office by taking off your clothes? That’s sexual harassment of a superior, you know, far more severe than a mere bump."
"I just couldn’t help myself when it comes to you."
Eleanor admitted softly, "I shouldn’t have kept taking leave. I promise I won’t make that mistake again."
Sebastian was a bit surprised; Eleanor’s character was truly independent and matured, hardly needing cajoling.
In fact, Eleanor wasn’t quarreling with him.
The Ford family’s high and mighty status was like a mirror.
Reflecting her desperate struggle living in hell, unable to hide, she was both shameful and awake.
She knew she had to grab onto Sebastian Ford, her only lifeline!
It was as if she had made up her mind; Eleanor leaned forward to get close to Sebastian, coaxing softly: "The photos are proof of my love for you. Please don’t share them with anyone else, okay?"
Sebastian breathed deeply, large hands clasping her lower back, as he contentedly buried his head at her chest.
"Are you still thinking of hooking up with Wayne Wainwright?"
"I’m not."
Eleanor denied, only to be punished by Sebastian’s open mouth.
She lightly hummed, coquettishly explaining: "I was only using him to catch your attention, just my little trickery, and I was happy when you bit the bait."
With gentle kisses scattered over her, Sebastian suddenly chuckled lightly.
"Assistant Valerius, you do know... my office is under surveillance, right?"
Hearing this, Eleanor widened her eyes in disbelief, raising her head and searching in panic.
Held tight in Sebastian’s embrace, her state of clothes open for him to take as he pleased, what if someone saw!
"Mr. Ford..."
"And now you’re worried?"
Sebastian directed her gaze towards the corner’s surveillance, the stiffer she became, the more pleased he was: "That night, your hard work during overtime, does it count as your evidence of love for me too?"
Trying to snuggle further into his arms without success, Eleanor had no choice but to ask for mercy coquettishly.
"If I’m seen... wouldn’t Master Ford be jealous?"
"The office surveillance is encrypted, only I have access to view it. You’ve reminded me, if you’re not by my side and I miss you, I could watch it."
That’s more like he would take it out to threaten her!
Eleanor couldn’t help feeling ashamed, continuing to act coy: "I’ll never leave your side, and if you miss me, I’m right here. There’s no need to watch any videos... better to delete it; what if hackers leak it?"
"Not worried, I’ll stash the footage privately elsewhere."
"..."
Sebastian threatened her playfully, yet honorably.
Eleanor was afraid.
"Mr. Ford, I won’t take any more leaves, personal matters don’t matter; I’ll work properly."
"Better than working well, you should serve me well."
In a feigned serious tone, Sebastian reminded her: "I’m not short of those with good work capabilities around me; you can’t compete with them, so you’d better cater to my tastes and perform well with me."
So annoying!
But that was the truth.
...
The atmosphere in the CEO’s office was serious and oppressive.
The employees in the secretary’s office were all very busy.
Eleanor Valerius spent the afternoon in the break room learning to make coffee.
Sebastian Ford was a demanding boss.
Black coffee wasn’t easy to brew, and yet he wanted her to learn latte art.
As a result, Eleanor wasted ingredients, with a table full of failed coffee attempts.
Guessing his preferences randomly this way wasn’t the solution.
At this point, Eleanor saw Mason Monroe passing by and deliberately burned her finger, clearly making an outburst with a cry.
"Miss Valerius, are you alright?"
Mason Monroe was a clever man.
He was cooperating, not with Eleanor, but with Master Ford.
"It hurts, making coffee all afternoon got my fingers burned, can Assistant Monroe help me get a band-aid? I need to continue making coffee for Mr. Ford."
Eleanor directly hinted.
Mason Monroe returned to the CEO office and casually mentioned Miss Valerius’s hints.
Before long, Eleanor heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching.
"Let me see, did Assistant Valerius get hurt?"
"Here, it’s all red."
Eleanor, pitiful and weak, acted coquettishly showing her vulnerability.
Instantly, Sebastian caught her finger, directly putting it in his mouth, gently licking it to soothe her.
Eleanor felt a tingle like electricity flowing through, and, seizing momentum, commented: "Mr. Ford, making coffee is so difficult."
"You’re just being too clumsy."
"A daughter of the Valerius Family doesn’t do housework."
Grabbing her at the sink, Sebastian teased with a chuckle: "Women from the Valerius Family are alluringly gentle, yet how come you haven’t learned to conquer a man? You’re not skilled and your tongue is clumsy."
Once again criticized by him, Eleanor didn’t have a rebuttal.
Afterward, Sebastian personally taught her to make a cup of coffee.
Seeing the beautiful latte art, Eleanor was pleasantly surprised.
"Have a taste."
She took a sip.
Instantly, Sebastian pinched her cheeks, leaned over to kiss, prying open her teeth to share the taste in her mouth.
"Remember this flavor, I like it."
After being personally tutored by him, Eleanor vaguely understood how to make coffee.
But after drinking, he wasn’t satisfied, pressing her to continue kissing by the table.
At this moment, Mason Monroe outside distinctly raised his voice: "Master Ford, please wait a moment, Mr. Ford will be coming."
Sebastian released Eleanor, preparing to leave, but she caught him.
"Hmm? Haven’t had enough?"
Eleanor glared at him, reaching out to gently wipe his lips, reminding him: "Mr. Ford, this lipstick mark is hard to explain."
When Eleanor exited the break room, she coincidentally encountered Byron Ford.
"Uncle."
Byron looked at her: "What happened to your mouth?"
"Burned it on coffee unintentionally."
"By the way, there’s a dinner at the old manor tonight; you should come too."
Byron seemed all smiles, but his heart was extraordinarily heavy.
"Yes."
Eleanor couldn’t refuse, yet she couldn’t force a smile.
...
At the Valerius Family.
Regina Jennings held two sets of evening gowns while choosing jewels.
"When you attend dinner at the Ford Family, make sure to perform well."
Eleanor Valerius and Ivy Valerius stood there smiling, yet looked like toys being manipulated.
Eleanor was engaged, tied to the Lancaster Family, so her gown remained conservative.
But Ivy, being Regina’s only trump card, was dressed in an aggressively revealing gown to be displayed with a price tag.
Arriving at the Ford family’s old manor.
Eleanor understood that the second sister couldn’t refuse; her body seemed to be a token for others’ enjoyment.
Sharing the feeling, she wanted not only to save her second sister but herself too.
"Sister, let’s change clothes."
Ivy exited the car dressed in her gown, entering the Ford Family.
At that moment, Eleanor remained seated in the car, waiting.
When she saw Sebastian’s car rolling in, she seized the opportunity to step out and greet proactively.
"Master Ford, good evening."
Sebastian slowly raised his eyes, seeing Eleanor dressed provocatively, his gaze instantly darkened.