Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 84: She’s Anxious! This Man Is Mine

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: She’s Anxious! This Man Is Mine
Eleanor Valerius was deliberately seducing him.
She indulged him, responded to his teasing, and offered herself to him.
The indifference in Sebastian Ford’s eyes was also touched by her, spreading danger.
His large hand still controlled her, as his body uncontrollably pressed close.
The ambiguity behind the door was about to ignite.
"Master Ford..."
Eleanor Valerius was teased by him until her breath became rapid, her voice delicate and soft.
However, when she leaned into Sebastian Ford’s arms with a soft waist, waiting for him to continue.
What she heard next to her ear was Sebastian Ford’s mocking laugh.
"You think you’ve succeeded? Seducing me doesn’t mean I’ll touch you."
Suddenly, Sebastian Ford released his hand, aggressively pushing her back against the wall.
"There are plenty of women who want to sleep with me; I’m not interested in you, and you won’t have a chance."
These words were more like a reaffirmation to himself.
Upon hearing this, Eleanor Valerius looked at him with enchanting eyes, breathing heavily, and softly asked: "Do you really want to end things with me? Then why did you make our bedroom photos public?"
She didn’t believe it!
How vengeful a man Sebastian Ford was.
She manipulated and used him, and even if he wanted to end the lover’s relationship, he would punish her severely in revenge.
How could she be dumped so calmly?
It must be an illusion!
"Who has bedroom photos that I made public?"
Sebastian Ford frowned in retort, sarcastically questioning, "Do you think this is my way of provoking you? Eleanor Valerius, don’t think too highly of yourself. I’ve said, the choices you make bear their own consequences."
"...So Master Ford doesn’t mind me marrying Jenson Lancaster?"
Eleanor Valerius questioned him.
"Your matters have nothing to do with me, you can marry whoever you want, I wish you a happy marriage."
When Sebastian Ford was ruthless, there was truly no breakthrough.
"Alright, I won’t bother you again."
Eleanor Valerius’s voice was slightly choked, and even before she turned around, she didn’t forget to put on a heartbroken expression.
At this moment, Sebastian Ford squinted his eyes at her back.
She shouldn’t come back to pester him again.
Yet, he felt an inexplicable blockage pressing on his heart, making him uncomfortable.
If he lost control here, it would indeed be a most embarrassing defeat.
The next time Sebastian Ford heard news of Eleanor Valerius.
It was when Nathan Kendrick tracked her and discovered she was meeting with Jenson Lancaster.
"Brother, should I follow them into the restaurant?"
Frustrated, Sebastian Ford angrily replied, "I don’t want to hear about her anymore, don’t talk to me about her."
"Wasn’t it you who wanted me to follow her..."
Nathan Kendrick’s words were cut off, as the call was abruptly ended.
As a result, that night, Eleanor Valerius was utterly out of contact.
Not hearing from her further agitated Sebastian Ford, silently drinking in the club.
Wayne Wainwright beside him was also very anxious.
Thinking about the bet, was he really going to run naked!
In the lively hall filled with singing and dancing, both drank sullenly, in a bad mood.
At this moment, Wayne Wainwright’s phone rang.
Seeing Eleanor Valerius’s name, his eyes immediately lit up.
A savior had come!
...
With Wayne Wainwright’s help, Eleanor Valerius smoothly made her way to the club.
She covered her face with a dance mask, blending into the crowd, and watched Sebastian Ford, who had drunk a lot, from afar.
Sebastian Ford had a strong tolerance for alcohol; although he drank for a long time, he was only somewhat tipsy.
The more he drank, the more irritated he became.
He lazily leaned on the sofa, unintentionally glancing over and suddenly noticing a very familiar figure.
"Eleanor Valerius?"
The figure suspected to be Eleanor Valerius fled quickly upon being noticed.
Suddenly, Sebastian Ford stood up to chase and confirm.
Seeing this, Wayne Wainwright began to arrange for the clearing of the area.
Meanwhile, Eleanor Valerius knew Sebastian Ford had taken the bait, deliberately playing the game of cat and mouse, hiding from him.
She hid around the corridor corner, waiting for him to appear to surprise him.
But, before Sebastian Ford could reach her, he was intercepted by another dancer deliberately throwing herself at him.
"You are..."
Wearing a similar dance dress, could it be he had mistaken the person?
"Master Ford is drunk, let me help you to rest."
The heavily made-up dancer was specially arranged by Byron Ford.
Since he was lovelorn and dumped, he must be feeling empty and lonely, perhaps making him easy prey.
"Huh, am I drunk?"
Sebastian Ford squinted, a look of loathing and murderous intent in his eyes.
At that moment, Eleanor Valerius, waiting and not seeing Sebastian Ford’s figure, couldn’t help returning to find him.
When she saw Sebastian Ford was intercepted by another woman, anger immediately surged within her.
"Don’t touch my lover!"
Immediately, Eleanor Valerius hurried over, directly pushing her rival aside, pulling Sebastian Ford to walk toward the other side.
Sebastian Ford didn’t expect to be forcibly taken by Eleanor Valerius.
This moment of surprise made him involuntarily laugh, surprisingly not reacting to refuse.
Eleanor Valerius directly brought Sebastian Ford to a prepared resting room.
"Wherever you’ve been touched by another woman? I have to disinfect!"
She suddenly pounced on him, pressing him down onto the bed with retreating steps.
To sustain her aggressive momentum, his large hands directly supported her raised leg.
The long-lost touch, he was reluctant to withdraw his hand.
"I don’t want to be touched by you even more."
However, Sebastian Ford was conscious, squinting as he scrutinized her, stubbornly saying: "Eleanor Valerius, I said I’m not interested in you."
Recognized by him, Eleanor Valerius immediately removed her veil, straddling his lap.
"Master Ford, don’t be stubborn at this moment."
Sebastian Ford did not retort, unable to restrain himself from being stirred up.
"So what? I’m not jealous or envious; you won’t win against me."
Oh? Wanting face, needing a way out, are we.
Eleanor Valerius blinked, conveniently lying down in his embrace, coquettishly saying: "I admit, I’m the one jealous and envious. I can’t quit you, thus resorting to all means to entangle and please you. I don’t want to part from you, nor do I want to be strangers."
Declaring her possessiveness, her hands were not idle.
"I don’t want to see other women climb into your bed; you’re mine."
Eleanor Valerius leaned down, fiercely kissing him.
At his adam’s apple, infused with teasing and temptation, slowly spreading.
At this moment, Sebastian Ford’s rapid breathing could not withstand.
His large hand involuntarily caressed her long hair, his voice hoarse, saying: "You look good in red."
"Red?"
Hard at work, Eleanor Valerius lifted her head, fingers hooking the dance dress downwards, revealing the red lace lingerie.
"Like this, does Master Ford like it?"
This shade of red seemed to instantaneously explode the scarlet desire in Sebastian Ford’s eyes.
Suddenly, Sebastian Ford flipped over, pressing Eleanor Valerius underneath, passionately kissing her.
"Mm... slower..."
Eleanor Valerius couldn’t withstand his assault.
Their bodies intertwined as the greatest catalyst, after too long of separation.
The infinite gentleness and lingering would make up for the time spent apart.
"Eleanor Valerius."
Sebastian Ford’s voice was hoarse, looking down at her.
Her form below was truly beautiful.
He knew he hadn’t quit her.
The brief withdrawal symptoms led to a more uncontrollable addiction.
He clearly realized, he was falling, so he wanted her to fall with him.