Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 61: Mr. Ford, No Addiction Allowed

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Mr. Ford, No Addiction Allowed
Eleanor Valerius froze, not daring to move.
She knew that the eldest lady was even harder to deceive than Julian Ford.
In the daylight, she couldn’t even lift her head; meeting her eyes, she would be discovered!
"Speaking of the maid, last night Julian had too much to drink..."
At this moment, Sebastian Ford’s hesitant demeanor immediately shifted Sophia Ford’s attention.
"What happened to Julian last night?"
Sophia frowned, her greatest concern being her two children.
"I know, sister, that you are usually very busy and not strict enough with Julian, but he shouldn’t have made such a mistake at the Ford Family banquet."
Sebastian Ford truly was a business mogul.
Understanding the opponent meant capturing their biggest flaw.
It also allowed him to conceal his own weaknesses.
"What exactly happened?"
Sophia was clearly somewhat panicked.
Suddenly, Sebastian seemed to consider thoughtfully for a moment.
He turned to the side, lazily raised his hand to signal Eleanor Valerius to withdraw.
At this time, Sophia didn’t suspect a thing; since it concerned the Ford Family’s reputation, of course, the staff couldn’t be present.
Sebastian was cunning.
Subsequently, Eleanor nodded and left accordingly.
Sebastian’s gaze inadvertently lingered on her back, wrapped in the maid’s uniform, as he imagined her stripped bare in his mind.
Skin like cream, every inch recklessly claimed by him, leaving marks of his kisses imprinted.
Her steps were slow, probably her waist and legs still sore and weak.
Last night’s secret pleasure was truly addictive.
Sebastian’s burning gaze fell on Eleanor, like a tightly wound web, no matter how far she walked, she couldn’t escape.
However, Eleanor had no intention of escaping.
As she exited through the side door, she suddenly turned back to hook his gaze, her fox-like eyes with a charming and captivating smile.
Their game of lovers was an evenly matched mutual tease.
Sebastian hid his smile deep within.
"Sebastian, what exactly did Julian do last night?"
At this moment, Sophia was in a panic, completely oblivious to the ambiguous signs between the two.
"Sister, you know Julian’s character; he loses control at the sight of a woman."
Sebastian lazily squinted his eyes, using his elder status to settle a private score: "Last night, he actually tried to act inappropriately with the family maid. Luckily, I saw him and warned him. If the old man had seen, I don’t need to say what the consequences would have been, do I?"
As expected, Sophia was furious.
She knew this was something Julian was capable of.
"You’re Julian’s uncle; advising him is your duty."
"Don’t worry, sister. I love taking care of the younger generation the most, and I won’t mention the maid incident to the old man."
Sebastian used a retreat to advance, regaining the upper hand.
Not only did he use his sister to reprimand Julian for daring to covet Eleanor,
but he also concealed his own secret of being the Ford Family head, sneaking away a maid for indulgent pleasure through the night.
In bed, wild and unrestrained, but by day, restrained back into a composed demeanor by a suit.
Eleanor saw Sebastian in the company.
She was still slightly uncomfortable between her legs, and to him, the instigator, she dared not voice her anger.
After the meeting ended, she was responsible for tidying up the documents.
The sound of high heels echoed in the meeting room, as if each step was stepping on Sebastian’s heart.
Sebastian sat at the head seat, his gaze leaving the document he was supposed to sign, and involuntarily glanced at Eleanor’s figure.
She was dressed in a pink business suit, her long hair neatly tied up.
Her neck was gracefully exposed, but the obvious kiss marks at her neck hollow were covered with foundation.
He knew, under her conservative shirt, all those marks were his achievements.
"Assistant Valerius looks very delightful at work every day."
The meeting room door wasn’t even closed.
Sebastian’s tone was teasing, daring to flirt with her openly.
Upon hearing this, Eleanor was clearly startled.
"Mr. Ford, please do not harass me!"
After speaking, she realized Sebastian was blatantly staring at her chest.
Since she became the assistant to the CEO’s office, Regina Jennings thought she was valuable and was willing to invest in her.
She dressed up beautifully every day, making a great effort as a beautiful vase.
"Assistant Valerius is so proper."
Sebastian squinted his eyes, chuckling softly.
His gaze seemed to penetrate her clothes, seeing directly to the skin.
Eleanor’s figure was perfect, her curves enchanting and full, great to the touch.
Under her pencil skirt was a pair of long, straight legs.
He remembered there was a bite mark from him somewhere on the inside of her leg.
Eleanor, feeling guilty from his gaze, instinctively pressed her legs together.
"The company is a place of work; Mr. Ford, your persona must not collapse."
"Ha, that’s not what you said last night."
Sebastian lowered his voice, teasingly: "You said you liked me tearing apart my serious facade, wanting to be bad with me to the end, didn’t you? Tsk tsk, Assistant Valerius is so heartless, while my little maid is much more obedient."
The desire in his eyes stirred Eleanor’s heart.
In an instant, Eleanor couldn’t help but think of those tender scenes from last night.
Her breathing hitched slightly, her ears turning red.
"Then you should go find your little maid; I have work to do and cannot accompany you."
After speaking, Eleanor hurriedly fled.
Even her shy demeanor was very cute.
Sebastian suddenly laughed, but even after Eleanor ran out, he continued looking at the doorway, not retracting his gaze.
Inside the meeting room, the atmosphere carried a hint of ambiguity.
Standing by the side was Mason Monroe: "..."
Who would have thought that the usually decisive Third Master Ford would be so unserious.
An important document waiting to be signed was left untouched.
Until, Mason couldn’t help but probe: "Mr. Ford, should I call Assistant Valerius back?"
Since you’re not working anyway!
"...I wasn’t distracted."
Sebastian defensively retorted.
"Mason, be sure to maintain a clear distinction between public and private matters in the company, and don’t do anything unnecessary."
After signing the document and handing it over, he rose slowly and said, "Call Assistant Valerius to meet me in the office."
Mason dared not question.
"Yes."
Third Master, your upright persona has truly crumbled.
...
Before heading to the office with coffee, Eleanor received a prompting call from Jenson Lancaster.
The bidding invitation was in her hands; she deliberately stalled to use this to her advantage.
But she still needed to learn Sebastian’s methodical scheming techniques.
"Mr. Ford, does the coffee I made taste good?"
She voluntarily sat on Sebastian’s lap, feeding him by hand.
Though Sebastian was clearly enjoying her attentions, he feigned seriousness, touching her leg while saying sternly, "Assistant Valerius, is there something you want? You just reminded me to be proper in the company, so I should restrain myself and resist your temptation."
Saying that, he pretended to push her away.
Eleanor didn’t expose his feigned reluctance, her arm encircled his neck, her chest pressed against him.
"It’s me who can’t resist Mr. Ford’s temptation now; don’t push me away~"
Appealing to his words was necessary to soothe him.
Satisfied, Sebastian narrowed his eyes, his large hand slipping inside her shirt, whispering, "What do you want?"
"I want... to learn project planning and management."
Eleanor’s request was so proper that even Sebastian hadn’t expected it.
"I want Mr. Ford to teach me personally; whatever you teach, I can learn, I always listen to you."
Sebastian gazed at her, his hand pausing at a spot, as if considering, or perhaps savoring.
"I can teach you, but you have to pay some tuition."
The inner resting room was separated from the serious office by just a door.
Eleanor lay on the bed.
Her cheek resting on the pillow, her soft long hair cascading beside her.
Feeling Sebastian’s weight press down from behind, she couldn’t hold back a soft moan, biting her lip.
"Gentler... Mr. Ford."