Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 73: Master Ford Surrenders to Her

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Master Ford Surrenders to Her
Eleanor Valerius couldn’t resist Sebastian Ford’s advances.
Trapped in his embrace, as he leaned over to suppress her, her back hit the edge of the table.
Such actions appeared abrupt in the private room of the restaurant.
She was really worried it might alert the waiter.
"Master Ford..."
Eleanor couldn’t truly struggle against him.
However, when Sebastian kissed her neck, his affection was mixed with bites, and his palm boldly explored under her dress.
He didn’t want to respond to her words, nor did he want to reveal his own loss of control.
"Mm, bite gently..."
Eleanor tilted her head to accommodate him, but saw out of the corner of her eye that Damian Lowell hadn’t hung up the phone.
The key was, Damian wasn’t saying anything either.
He must have heard.
The shame of being publicly exposed made Eleanor tremble slightly in Sebastian’s arms.
She whispered by his ear, "Help me hang up the phone."
Since she couldn’t refuse Sebastian in intimate matters, she also couldn’t allow herself to be this passively endangered.
"No need to hang up. If he wants to listen, let him hear what we’re doing."
Sebastian’s hoarse voice revealed his desire to boast.
His hands lifted Eleanor in his arms, demanding her cooperation with his increasingly greedy actions.
Upon hearing this, Eleanor bit her lip and suddenly caught Sebastian’s gaze.
"Master Ford, is this on purpose?"
Her probing stimulated him, making him unwilling to admit it; he suddenly became aggressive towards her.
She whimpered from the bite, sounding very amorous.
At this moment, Eleanor was more convinced that Sebastian deliberately wanted Damian to be an audience.
"You’re so fierce, I’m going to be scared."
In his controlling embrace, she deliberately pressed closer, stretching her toes that had abandoned the high heels to slowly end the call.
"Are you afraid of me? Or are you afraid of Damian hearing that you desire my body?"
Sebastian was displeased with her action of hanging up the call, grabbing her ankle with his large hand to fold her into his embrace.
A single chair didn’t restrict the entanglement between them.
Eleanor, tender and flexible, indulged him yet smiled knowingly, "I’m scared Master Ford, you’ll turn sour with jealousy and spoil your body~"
"I’m not jealous, I’m eating you."
Sebastian made good on his words, devouring her fiercely.
Unexpectedly, Eleanor proactively entwined herself around his neck, eyes misty as she gazed at him.
"If you devour me like this, will Master Ford stop being jealous?"
"Do you not understand my words?"
Sebastian frowned, speaking with an air of dignity, but his actions belied his loss of self-control.
He wanted to crush Eleanor’s consciousness nestled in his arms, keeping her from drawing him in with such inquisitive eyes.
"Mm, I don’t understand... Master Ford’s words and actions are inconsistent. If your mouth lies, your body is honest. I feel that Master Ford is jealous and wants my comfort, so I must comfort you well."
Eleanor’s gaze was tantalizing, her smile even more enchanting.
At this moment, Sebastian almost found himself deeply ensnared.
"Eleanor Valerius, do you dare to tease me at this time, are you not really afraid I’ll destroy you?"
His voice was thoroughly hoarse, breathing heavily.
Eleanor bit her lip, smiling seductively at him, "I know you wouldn’t be willing to see me gone, or else you wouldn’t be so out of control with jealousy. Don’t you really want me to reassure you? Mm, let’s change places..."
"I’m not jealous, don’t flatter yourself!"
Surprisingly, Sebastian couldn’t withstand the little fox’s provocation.
He denied it, but he didn’t refuse.
In the confined space, the temperature rose sharply.
Eleanor was enveloped in his embrace, her back against the cold mirror.
As if standing amidst ice and fire.
He tossed her about, yet she deliberately pressured him to admit.
"Master Ford, don’t secretly be jealous anymore, you are my only lover, only you can control me. You should know how much I love you. You can feel my love for you; I belong to you. No one can take me away from you."
Eleanor’s soft voice whispered in his ear.
She wanted to grasp his weaknesses, to gain an advantage in her calculations against Sebastian.
"Sebastian Ford... you won’t lose me."
Eleanor was immensely provocative.
In terms of status and power, she was undoubtedly inferior to Sebastian.
However, Sebastian couldn’t capture her heart, couldn’t confine her soul. His superior posture could end as soon as she left.
Now, it’s he who is losing control.
In the lover’s game that involved lust rather than love, wasn’t she indeed another kind of superior player?
As long as she safeguarded her heart, without genuine feelings, she would have won.
"Eleanor Valerius!"
Sebastian’s voice and eyes were equally fierce.
"I’m here..."
Eleanor wasn’t afraid of him at all.
Only in intimacy would a powerful man like Sebastian also bow down.
This was his first time being thoroughly unbalanced by Eleanor, unable to restrain himself, unable to stop.
...
Eleanor was still constrained in Sebastian’s arms, her ear against the chaotic thumping of his heart, a flaw she had seized.
"I actually don’t understand, since Master Ford agreed for me to receive Lawyer Lowell, why do you secretly get jealous? I don’t want you to be unhappy like this, so I’ll withdraw from the project. It’s worth it as long as my beloved lover stops being jealous."
Suddenly, Sebastian grasped her jaw, dangerously amused by her vexing him.
The little fox pressed on, yet he lost his composure.
"Are you delighted?"
He wouldn’t admit it, but he couldn’t deny it either.
"Then are you delighted?"
Eleanor gazed at him, retorting.
Unaware, her cheeks were still flushed, strands of hair dampened at her forehead, her eyes watery and enticing.
Uncontrollably, Sebastian leaned down to kiss her lips.
"Delighted."
He heartily admitted to this.
...
In the afternoon, Eleanor took a leave.
Sebastian watched her swallow a contraceptive pill before sending her back home.
Yet the next day, when Eleanor saw Damian at the company, she instinctively avoided him in embarrassment.
Surprisingly, Damian stopped her, conspicuously questioning, "He forced you, why didn’t you refuse or ask for help?"
Hearing this, Eleanor glared defensively at him, rebutting.
"You’re really being nosy, Lawyer Lowell. I’m willing, don’t randomly speculate about my relationship with him, you don’t know me."
Afterward, she intentionally kept a distance from Damian, who lacked tact.
As a result, Damian halted the collaboration progress.
Lovestruck Julia Ford angrily approached Eleanor to question.
"Did you do something wrong to make Lawyer Lowell angry?"
Julia noticed the hickey on Eleanor’s chest, awkwardly remarking, "Are you clinging to your fiancé every night, affecting work performance? Don’t you know how indulgent a woman you are, for what gain!"
Eleanor deliberately provoked her, retorting, "Of course, for the pleasure!"
Just then, Sebastian emerged from the office, overhearing their conversation.
Soon, Eleanor received a message from him.
"Have you enjoyed it so much that you can’t help but boast?"
"..."
In shame, Eleanor couldn’t face him.
Fortunately, the collaboration between the Ford and Sinclair Families progressed smoothly.
She was delighted with her work achievements, but no one was around to share her joy.
That night, Eleanor received a call from her second sister to pick her up.
Arriving at the hotel room, she opened the door to complete darkness.
She smelled lingering scents and the sharp tang of blood.
"Second sister?"
Eleanor had a bad feeling.
Reaching to turn on the light, she suddenly heard Ivy Valerius’s raspy voice.
"Eleanor, don’t turn on the lights..."
In that moment, Eleanor’s tears overflowed.