Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 32: Regretting Being His Cure

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Regretting Being His Cure
"Wait..."
This position?
Eleanor Valerius realized with panic and tried to struggle.
But, Sebastian Ford’s tall body had already pressed down, engulfing her.
He was too fierce!
Eleanor simply couldn’t withstand it.
Even though her knee injuries had healed, this intensity still made it difficult for her to kneel steadily.
"Se-Sebastian..."
Her voice was soft and gentle.
"Shh, don’t be afraid."
Sebastian’s strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her body, supporting her continued cooperation.
They had shared intimate moments, but never such intense loss of control.
Eleanor bit her lips to suppress her voice.
She didn’t know if it was because he was drugged or truly indulging.
"Don’t bite yourself."
Sebastian leaned over, his chest pressing against her back, making her tilt her head back as he captured her lips with his.
The closeness between them left no space, with skin contact intertwining intimately.
Eleanor was kissed to the point of losing clarity in her mind.
In Sebastian’s appreciative gaze from above, her loose hair waved with ripples, the black hair silhouetting her ivory skin was a visual impact at its finest.
"Sebastian..."
Eleanor’s voice was filled with a plea, although she didn’t know what she was begging for.
Sebastian leaned in for another kiss, huskily saying, "Tonight, I won’t forget your selfless rescue, and I will repay you by enjoying every moment."
Throughout the long night, Sebastian kept his word.
And it was the method Eleanor had chosen, one that would not expose her identity.
Dawn was breaking.
Sebastian finally released her.
At the last moment, before Eleanor succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep.
She really regretted it!
Why did the time Sebastian took the antidote to save her leave her utterly spent?
And this time, when she was Sebastian’s antidote, she ended up too exhausted to utter a sound.
...
Sebastian held Eleanor for three hours of sleep.
Morning.
Mason Monroe, who was keeping watch at the club, pretended according to plan to be overwhelmed as assassins broke in.
Hearing the noise, Sebastian opened his eyes.
There was still the latter half of the show to perform, he got up and put on a robe.
Meanwhile, Eleanor was still in the same position, sleeping soundly on the pillow from the night before.
Considerately, Sebastian covered her face with her hair and put her fair arm back under the blanket.
No one else should see how she looked in bed.
At this moment, Sebastian lit a cigarette, standing behind the door waiting.
A performance was still ongoing outside.
The guards that Byron Ford arranged, pretending to be unable to stop the disguised assassins, fought their way in.
When the assassin broke into the lounge, there was an attempt to take advantage of the chaos to attack.
"Master Ford, be careful!"
The intentionally defeated guards feigned a warning.
Their gaze fell on the bed inside, where a woman whose face couldn’t be clearly seen was lying.
The plan of Second Master to kill two birds with one stone succeeded only halfway.
"All a bunch of incompetents."
Sebastian squinted his eyes and chuckled coldly.
He threw away the cigarette and swiftly kicked the assassin out the door.
In Aethelgard, who didn’t know of Master Ford’s legend, yet the assassins dared not underestimate him but were still caught off guard by Master Ford.
Assassinate Third Master Ford?
The situation on the ground was that they were being overwhelmed by Master Ford singlehandedly.
The supposedly injured guards, watching the fierce and aggressive demeanor of Master Ford, were all in awe.
The performance concluded, Mason returned right on time.
Sebastian calmed his breath, his voice gloomy as he spoke, "Mason, after taking care of things here, tell my brother there’s no need to arrange any more bodyguards for me."
He was merely taking the time to cooperate in eliminating the monitors arranged by Byron to avoid worrying the old man.
And also because of Eleanor’s selfless rescue last night, he indeed enjoyed it thoroughly.
"Yes, Master Ford."
Mason, skilled in his methods, had learned well from Master Ford.
Following this, no bodyguards or assassins could get close to Master Ford.
The commotion at the door was especially loud.
Nonetheless, Eleanor didn’t wake up from the noise.
She was too exhausted last night, still unconsciously catching up on sleep.
...
Byron Ford wasn’t surprised to hear from the guards about Sebastian’s terrifying combat abilities.
"Last night, I arranged for several women at the club. Which one succeeded in getting into third brother’s bed?"
"None succeeded."
The guards shook their heads, responding, "We also didn’t see clearly what the mysterious woman in Master Ford’s bed looked like."
"So Third Brother indeed has a woman kept close at hand."
Byron grinned sinisterly, speculating, "If she isn’t at the Ford Family, then she’s in the company. Get the surveillance footage from the club last night."
...
The club’s surveillance footage had all been erased.
Sebastian, in good spirits, had promised to keep Eleanor’s identity a secret.
The company had matters to handle in the afternoon, looking at her peacefully sleeping face, he didn’t want to leave just yet.
A deeply asleep Eleanor was teased into slowly opening her eyes.
"Sebastian?"
Her voice was hoarse and weak, sounding ever so pitiful.
"Mm, you finally woke up."
Sebastian was bathing her, cupping her cheeks with his big hands and gently rubbing.
As consciousness gradually returned, the memories from last night also surfaced.
Blushing, Eleanor gave him a playful yet reproachful glare.
"It was hard on you last night acting as my antidote. There are clothes and breakfast outside. This time you don’t need medication, I took measures."
Sebastian’s large hand slowly moved down her neck.
Familiar and easy, reliving the pleasure.
Eleanor no longer had the strength, allowing him.
"Regarding the Valerius Family, I took a leave for you under the pretense of working overtime. You also don’t need to go to the office today, rest well at home."
"Is this a benefit from Mr. Ford?"
"It’s a reward."
Sebastian leaned over to kiss Eleanor’s lips briefly, leaving contentedly.
...
Before returning home, Eleanor went to the office.
Sebastian wasn’t in his office, but she unexpectedly encountered Byron.
"Eleanor Valerius."
Byron called after her, probing with his eyes, "Something happened with Third Brother at the club last night, and a woman ended up in his bed, you..."
At this, Eleanor held her breath.
Second Uncle actually suspected her?!
"Do you know who that woman is in the company?"
Byron’s suspicion target was the pretty secretaries here who could get close to the water tower.
It didn’t include Eleanor.
Feeling tense, Eleanor’s voice slightly stiffened, "Second Uncle, I don’t know, I wasn’t at the office yesterday."
"True, what could you possibly know, I asked unnecessarily."
Byron had no suspicion of Eleanor, but he wasn’t giving up on finding that woman.
Eleanor, feeling a lingering fear, thought she needed to hide a bit longer.
Using a little charm, she got Sebastian’s agreement and took an extra day off before returning to the office.
She happened to catch the event organized by the PR department.
To avoid Julian Ford, she hid by the pool.
However, the secretary Laura Bellamy, jealous of her ability to accompany Mr. Ford on business trips, took the opportunity to push her hard from behind.
Eleanor lost her balance, falling into the icy pool water.
She hit her head, swallowed a few gulps of water, and immediately struggled.
This scene was coincidentally seen by Sebastian from the second floor.
Mason quickly reacted, "Mr. Ford, I’ll go!"
Before he finished, Sebastian’s agile figure leapt directly from the second floor into the pool.