Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 76: Your Lover Is Master Ford?!

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Your Lover Is Master Ford?!
Three hours of surgery.
Sebastian Ford stood outside waiting the whole time.
The bodyguards didn’t dare to persuade him; the private hospital was very quiet at night.
It was so quiet that Sebastian could hear his own chaotic heartbeat, never calming down.
He slowly lowered his eyes, glancing at the dried blood on his hands, frowning.
Having long been accustomed to wielding the power of life and death, he found himself, for the first time, disgusted by the blood on his hands.
So this is how it feels to have a weakness—so unsettling.
His self-control, which he was so proud of, collapsed completely in front of Eleanor Valerius.
At this time, the red light in the operating room went out.
Sebastian suddenly looked up, seeing Eleanor, pale as paper, being wheeled out.
She was then transferred to the VIP room.
In the Ford Family’s hospital, things had to be kept low-key, and her medical records were kept confidential.
Sebastian sat by the bedside, listening to the doctor explain her condition in detail.
The nurse came in with a hospital gown, wanting to change her blood-stained, torn clothes.
"Leave it, I’ll change her later."
He reached out, touching the blood on her neck, and instructed them to prepare hot water; he wanted to personally clean her.
As he wiped her face with a towel, the bandage on her forehead was annoying and glaring.
Suddenly, something occurred to Sebastian, and he spoke in a low voice, reminding them: "This wound must not leave a scar."
This was the mark of Evan Donovan’s harm; he wanted to erase it completely.
But the doctor couldn’t guarantee it.
"Master Ford, Miss Valerius’ forehead required dozens of stitches; the injury is not light, and it may leave a scar. But it’s not severe, as long as it heals well; once the wound recovers, cosmetic treatment can be done, and it can be covered by hair normally."
Sebastian paused.
A dangerous look shot towards the doctor, commanding coldly: "Don’t you understand my words? She must not have a scar; it must be restored to a flawless state."
"This..."
The doctor’s expression was hesitant and troubled.
"Can’t do it? Useless! Call the director."
The anger in Sebastian’s eyes was sharp.
Shortly after, the director, along with the hospital’s top doctors, all stood in the room for a joint consultation.
The final conclusion was that Eleanor’s recovery could reach 80%.
Sebastian was not satisfied.
"I’ve said she must recover without any scars; if you can’t do it, then get out."
His thoughts were a possessive obsession spiraling out of control.
Eleanor belonged to him.
Her body must not bear any marks from other men.
Suddenly, Sebastian contacted Wayne Wainwright.
"I’ve handled things on my side; even if the Donovan Family investigates, there’s no evidence. That kid was kicked by you quite badly and is lying in the hospital; tonight’s matter won’t blow up."
After Wayne finished speaking, he didn’t hear any response from Sebastian.
He knew that Master Ford didn’t care.
"Is she okay?"
"I know the Ghost Doctor in Emberfall’s black market. Use my name to contact him and ask him to develop a medicine that heals without leaving scars, no matter the cost. Have Nathan personally make a trip and get it to me as soon as possible."
Sebastian’s demeanor tonight was very unusual.
Nathan Kendrick didn’t dare to retort and could only obediently carry out the orders.
The room was very quiet.
Sebastian gently changed Eleanor’s clothes.
In the latter part of the night, he lay down beside her, wrapping his arm around her, closing his eyes to rest.
The dignified Master Ford, it was his first time staying overnight in a hospital.
For someone who was used to only sleeping in his own bed, it was very uncomfortable, and his heart felt uneasy.
Until dawn came.
Eleanor gradually woke up; after the anesthesia, the pain from the wound was sharp.
As soon as she moved her arm a little, Sebastian opened his eyes.
"Awake? What do you need?"
"Water..."
Her throat was particularly hoarse.
Still in a daze, she hadn’t opened her eyes.
Sebastian sat up, poured a glass of water with one hand, and found it was cold.
He took a sip, warmed it in his mouth, then pressed his lips to hers, slowly feeding her.
Eleanor felt his lips, providing the much-needed moisture when she was parched and uncomfortable.
Just like now, she knew she was enveloped in his arms, feeling very safe.
"Need me to call a doctor?"
Sebastian’s voice was gentle in her ear.
Subsequently, Eleanor shook her head slightly.
Her consciousness gradually cleared; she hadn’t forgotten that her plan for the night was halfway successful.
The remaining half depended on whether Sebastian believed her.
"It’s still early, sleep now."
Sebastian didn’t intend to question her now.
However, lying in his embrace, Eleanor suddenly recalled something, unable to restrain herself from choking up and crying silently.
The ward was dimly lit with a wall lamp, the light faint and blurry.
The ferocity in Sebastian’s eyes was concealed and vague, giving an illusion of infinite indulgence.
"Why are you crying?"
"I’m scared..."
Eleanor knew she must explain everything to him flawlessly.
She even looked up and gazed at him with tear-filled eyes.
"I knew Young Master Donovan wouldn’t let my second sister go, so I went to plead with him. But he humiliated me and tried to force me... I couldn’t tell him about us. When he tried to make me drink, I struggled to escape. He injured me and chased after me, not letting go..."
Recalling the situation at that time, the fear and anxiety in Eleanor’s eyes were genuine.
"Luckily you arrived in time, otherwise... I would have been humiliated by Young Master Donovan."
There’s no denying it, Eleanor’s pitiful facade was indeed effective.
Her pale face and the bandage on her forehead were proof of the harm she endured.
But the more reluctant Sebastian was, the angrier he got.
"I warned you not to provoke the Donovan Family, why didn’t you listen?"
His gaze and voice were very calm.
The little fox seemed obedient and compliant on the surface, but her heart was stubborn and rebellious.
"I’m sorry... I know I didn’t listen to you. But I couldn’t bear to see my second sister tortured again. I never thought Young Master Donovan would be so dreadful. Even knowing I was your assistant, he had no scruples."
In Eleanor’s tears, there wasn’t a hint of sincere regret.
Truth be told, she was a crazy little fox.
What does it matter if she lacked power? She would scheme and utilize Sebastian; that’s their game.
"Master Ford, I’m afraid Young Master Donovan won’t let me go; you must protect me."
Eleanor nestled in his arms.
She gambled with her life for his retaliation against Evan Donovan.
"Hmm, don’t be afraid."
After a while, Sebastian lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
He didn’t expose her lies or give her any promises.
...
Eleanor recuperated peacefully in the hospital for three days.
She wasn’t sure if Sebastian would resolve the threat of Evan Donovan for her.
During this time, Regina Jennings and Ivy Valerius visited her in the hospital.
The lie about the work injury was spoken by Mason Monroe for her, and Regina had no doubts.
However, Ivy was very worried.
Because she and Evan Donovan were admitted to the hospital for injuries on the same night.
Eleanor was mentally prepared to wait, but she hadn’t expected it.
After being discharged, Evan Donovan, clamoring for revenge, would actually storm into the ward at Ford Hospital, taking her hostage.
In danger.
Eleanor didn’t even have the strength to escape and was roughly grabbed by the bodyguards he brought.
"Bitch! Who rescued you that night? Your lover, right? Who is he? Damned guy dared to hurt me! There’s no one in Aethelgard that the Donovan Family can’t handle; weren’t you so arrogant saying I was unworthy to touch you?"
Evan Donovan, clutching his still-injured stomach, walked forward and viciously yanked Eleanor’s hair.
"Spill out the name of your lover, or I’ll have my men gang up on you!"
"I don’t know..."
Eleanor denied innocently, her expression in pain.
She was waiting for her knife.
"Damn it, take her away for a proper interrogation."
Evan Donovan hadn’t even stepped out of the ward when a towering figure walked in, forcing him back.
Sebastian Ford squinted his eyes dangerously, carrying an intimidating and ominous presence as he stood at the door.
"Young Master Donovan dares to snatch my person?"
At this moment, Evan Donovan couldn’t believe that Third Master Ford was here.
He glanced back at Eleanor, suddenly struck by realization: "Your lover... is Master Ford?!"