Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 68: She Acted Cute and Begged for Mercy When Exhausted

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: She Acted Cute and Begged for Mercy When Exhausted
Eleanor Valerius felt itchy and wanted to escape.
But her hands were restrained behind her by Sebastian Ford, who also used another hand to grip her waist.
"I pushed you away for Master Ford’s reputation."
"Master Ford doesn’t care about reputation, just wants you to come home with me and take care of me personally."
Sebastian lay on her chest, looking at her, and said hoarsely, "This is the task Regina Jennings assigned to you, so you need to perform well."
"Will you arrange a guest room for me?"
Eleanor blinked, calming her breathing with lingering fear.
"Yes, the largest and softest bed for you."
After being carried into the master bedroom by Sebastian, Eleanor easily settled into the bed.
"Master Ford lent me half of the bed, and I have nothing to offer in return but to warm the bed for you."
Eleanor curled up on her side in the quilt, only showing a pair of bright eyes looking at him with a smile.
"You can’t wear clothes to warm the bed; it seems you lack sincerity."
Sebastian stood by the bed, bending over, his agile hands slipping into the quilt to find her, efficiently stripping her bare.
Once her unprotected skin warmed up under the covers, Sebastian lay down and embraced her.
"The temperature is very warm, very comfortable."
It sounded like Sebastian was praising her for warming the bed well.
Eleanor lay in his arms, finding this phrase rather familiar.
When she realized it was something he had teasingly said in the car, her body temperature rose further.
"...You’re so bad!"
Eleanor complained softly, closing her eyes to sleep and ignoring him.
But unexpectedly, she felt too hot under the covers to fall asleep.
"Is it that you can’t control your desires?"
Suddenly, Sebastian’s teasing low voice fell by her ear.
His large hand pressed against her lower back, deliberately pressing close, forcing her to feel the source of the heat.
"No, I’m not!"
Eleanor blushed and argued against him.
But she couldn’t escape his grip, her body quietly trying to move aside, only to be pinned down as he turned over.
At this moment, she trembled slightly, freezing in place out of fear, looking at him pitifully, "Master Ford, didn’t you promise me a break tonight? I’ve taken care of you and warmed the bed; you can’t keep pushing..."
"And what if I do want to push further?"
Sebastian narrowed his dark eyes, grasping her knees.
Eleanor didn’t expect her instinctive struggle would turn into compliance.
Their intimate skin-to-skin contact intertwined their breath and heartbeat.
Sebastian kissed her, relentlessly breaking down her refusal.
"You can’t sleep because your greedy heart for me hasn’t been satisfied. I’ve told you that it doesn’t matter; what’s important is that you can’t help your desire for me. A lover can’t bear to refuse you because you need to have a good sleep tonight; you’ll have to work harder."
His kiss, accompanied by dignified excuses, slowly captured Eleanor’s consciousness.
Eleanor was kissed until she could only part her lips to breathe, completely unable to voice any refusal.
He never forced her in bed because he would seduce her.
Eleanor couldn’t resist Sebastian’s forceful yet gentle possession.
Her complete cooperation delighted Sebastian even more.
Finally, Eleanor was exhausted.
One had to admit that his lullaby was very successful.
Soon, Eleanor snuggled up and fell asleep in his arms.
...
Morning.
Eleanor woke up in bed.
In the familiar bedroom, but Sebastian was no longer by her side.
Luckily, his lullaby last night wasn’t indulgent; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to get up and would have been late for work.
Eleanor got up to wash.
As she went downstairs, she suddenly felt her face and neck itching, scratching to the point of redness.
"Good morning, Master Ford."
Sebastian was sitting on the living room sofa in a well-fitted suit, handling documents.
He glanced at her and asked, "Feeling unwell?"
"Maybe it’s the new skincare product, a skin allergy."
Eleanor walked up to him, her face itching more as she scratched, the rash becoming obvious.
Suddenly, Sebastian grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his lap, stopping her from scratching further.
"The allergy is quite severe; it wasn’t like this before?"
He pinched her chin, examining her closely.
"Today’s skincare products are from a brand I’ve never used before."
Eleanor saw his angry frown and explained, "It’s an issue with my body. The servants didn’t know. Once I apply some ointment, it should be fine."
"Such a beautiful face shouldn’t have an allergy."
Suddenly, Sebastian coldly called for the housekeeper.
He was well aware of how the housekeeper looked after Eleanor whenever she spent the night here.
"Prepare the usual items Miss Valerius uses and restock anything necessary. In the future, take care of her living needs properly. If this mistake happens again, someone else will take your place."
The housekeeper was shocked.
Previously, whenever Miss Valerius spent the night, supplies were prepared for her temporarily.
Used items were cleared out, and nothing was left in Master Ford’s bedroom.
But Master Ford’s words implied that Miss Valerius might be staying here long-term?
"Yes, I’ll arrange it now."
The housekeeper subsequently placed all the items and clothes prepared for Eleanor in the master bedroom.
This setup seemed like they were serving a future mistress.
Eleanor knew they’d misunderstood.
"Master Ford, aren’t you going to clear things up?"
Their relationship couldn’t be cohabitation, could it?
"Clear what up?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow in inquiry, his fingers gripping her chin, pulling her close, and leaning in to kiss her.
Even with the servants busy in the living room, it didn’t affect Sebastian’s boldness in holding Eleanor in his arms and kissing her.
Eleanor realized that Sebastian’s intentions were beyond explaining.
After breakfast, they took the same car to the office.
Eleanor had taken allergy medication, and Sebastian had applied ointment for her.
By the time they got out of the car, the rash on her face had subsided.
Sebastian noted Eleanor covering up the love marks on her neck with makeup and suddenly stopped her.
"They look nice; don’t hide them."
Eleanor hesitated slightly, knowing she had a meeting with Damian Lowell later.
"Okay, as you say."
Sebastian’s possessiveness wanted to show off, and she was content to comply.
...
Damian Lowell represented the Sinclair Family, formally attending a meeting at Ford Group today.
During yesterday’s media interview, Sebastian had already publicly announced Eleanor Valerius’s involvement in the project.
Despite the cooperation not being finalized, the reputation of the Ford and Sinclair families was widely recognized.
Eleanor was no longer seen as just the third Miss of the Valerius Family or the Lancaster Family’s fiancée but rather as Master Ford’s assistant.
She didn’t know how she was being talked about in the company.
She was busy preparing materials in the conference room.
Until Sebastian personally came out of the office to welcome Damian and the other Sinclair family members.
Eleanor holding the files obediently followed beside him.
Without thinking, she caught Damian’s warm gaze and politely smiled.
"Assistant Valerius, looking forward to working with you."
Damian spoke warmly, though when he noticed the love marks on Eleanor’s neck, he paused momentarily.
He became more convinced that Sebastian had used his authority to coerce her.
Just then, the elevator chimed.
Arriving were Sophia Ford and Byron Ford.
"The cooperation between Ford Family and Sinclair Family is significant, so naturally, holding a meeting together shows sincerity."
The atmosphere in the conference room was exceptionally formal.
Eleanor was about to sit down when Sophia’s sharp gaze stopped her.
"As a mere assistant, how can you attend an important meeting? Aren’t you going to leave quickly?"
"Miss Ford, I invited Assistant Valerius to join the project."
Damian smiled, pulling out the chair next to him, "Assistant Valerius, please sit here."
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed dangerously.