Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 85: Can’t Quit Her, Addicted!

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Can’t Quit Her, Addicted!
Eleanor Valerius’s consciousness was slow to react. Upon hearing his voice, she continued to gaze at him with her misty eyes.
"Sebastian Ford..."
Her voice was tender and soft.
"Don’t leave me. I don’t want to be apart from you. No one can replace your significance in my heart. Even if it’s just a lover’s game, I wish to stay with you... Will you forgive me?"
How could Sebastian Ford resist Eleanor Valerius’s affectionate gestures at a time like this?
Even if she intentionally coaxed him, he was indeed moved.
"Alright, we’ll continue."
Sebastian Ford responded with a kiss.
It proved that Eleanor Valerius’s constant initiative to entangle was effective.
The more he tried to restrain himself, the more it backfired.
Like now, failing to quit, he lost control completely.
He analyzed his failure in abstinence was because he hadn’t fully enjoyed Eleanor Valerius.
So he indulged himself in continuing their game, hoping to reach a point of insanity where he would ultimately tire out.
When he regained control, he wouldn’t care about Eleanor Valerius anymore.
This was Sebastian Ford’s irrational indulgence.
Eleanor Valerius, tender and soft, reminded herself in their intimate moments.
The lover still had significant utility value.
She must remain his prey.
Once the plan succeeded, she would definitely leave him!
Thus, both Eleanor Valerius and Sebastian Ford indulged in entwined affections while contemplating their decisions to part ways.
Sebastian Ford lowered his head into the hollow of her neck, synchronizing his breath with hers.
"Come home with me, no sleep tonight."
Eleanor Valerius snuggled softly in his embrace, obediently nodding.
Sebastian Ford always kept his word.
The following noon.
Sebastian Ford woke up, looked at the bright sun outside, and felt a bit dazed.
Usually not one to sleep in, once again he broke his routine due to the woman in his arms.
The feeling of losing control was indeed novel.
"Eleanor Valerius, are you hungry? Shall we eat after a bath?"
Glancing at the time, he entwined his fingers in her hair, playing with it freely, softly calling out to her.
Eleanor Valerius lay against his chest, her eyelashes fluttering, unable to fully wake up.
As a result, Sebastian Ford, rare in his mischievousness, teased her just to wake her up.
"Sweetheart, open your eyes and look at me."
His deep voice murmured in her ear, guiding her.
Last night, she was used to being obedient.
Slowly, Eleanor Valerius opened her eyes, looking at him in a daze.
"Master Ford..."
Her voice was hoarse from shouting the previous night.
Her delicate and fair face was still blushing, her lips rosy and full, showing signs of tender love.
"Tsk, my darling looks so pitiful."
Sebastian Ford gently caressed her face, rubbing her lips with his fingertips as if savoring the night before.
"Not hungry? After the bath, I’ll have the butler bring breakfast in. If you’re tired, you can sleep again after eating."
He indulged her to the point of spoiling.
Eleanor Valerius had no strength, her cheek rubbed against his palm.
"Okay."
Last night, she let him torture her, now she let him attend to her personally.
Sebastian Ford embraced Eleanor Valerius in the bathtub, soaking in warm water, his large hands freely roaming over her delicate body.
The pressure felt like a massage, but also like reminiscing.
At this moment, Eleanor Valerius tilted her neck slightly, resting on his shoulder.
With the bathroom lighting falling upon them, every inch of her beauty was stamped with his imprint.
Sebastian Ford’s deep gaze locked on her, his fingers gently stroking the shallow scar on her forehead.
"Are you still using the ointment?"
"Yes, I am."
Eleanor Valerius didn’t want any scars left, shifting to lie face-to-face in his embrace.
"This wound is a profound lesson. I will remember it going forward and not repeat the same mistake. You didn’t reject me last night, so my lover is regained, and I will cherish it dearly, never letting you feel sad again."
Sweet words coaxing him, she initiated a kiss on his lips.
"Your words are honey."
Sebastian Ford chuckled, his large hands slowly kneading down her spine.
Eleanor Valerius coquettishly complained: "The wound still hurts."
"Who told you to cling to me?"
Sebastian Ford was indeed a rascal, accusing first.
Of course Eleanor Valerius had to go along with him; he was the benefactor she had cried all night to win back.
After the bath, leaving the bathroom.
Eleanor Valerius remained weak and limp, Sebastian Ford even dried her hair.
Back in bed, when the servant brought brunch in, she shyly hid under the covers.
Sebastian Ford accompanied her for the meal, then laid down without intending to leave.
"Is Master Ford not going to the office today?"
"I’m really tired; I need to rest."
Sebastian Ford without shame pressed against her, wanting her to massage his waist.
Him tired?
Last night’s stamina was terrifying!
Eleanor Valerius dared not speak her anger, her weak hands lightly scratching his waist perfunctorily.
Just then, her phone rang under the pillow.
She seized the chance to play dead, turning over to fetch the phone, seeing it was Jenson Lancaster calling.
Before she could hide the phone, Sebastian Ford’s towering figure pressed down from behind.
"Answer it."
He lowered his head, kissing the back of her neck, playfully caressing her skin.
Eleanor Valerius knew his kisses were a dangerous signal.
"Last night, I was with Master Ford working on... project proposals, if there’s nothing urgent, please don’t disturb me."
"Oh, okay, do your work then, I’ll find you later."
Jenson Lancaster had no idea that her project proposals had such indecent content.
After hanging up.
Sebastian Ford kissed her ear, chuckling lightly.
"Do you want to do more?"
"I want to sleep."
Eleanor Valerius, encircled by Sebastian Ford, turned around to embrace him.
Afternoon time, she needed to catch up on sleep.
Sebastian Ford temporarily let her go.
Within the day’s time, Eleanor Valerius only went downstairs for dinner and then returned to bed.
"My lover, my waist still hurts, I need you to massage me."
She lay on the pillow, bossing around authoritatively while looking at her phone.
Because Julia Ford kept messaging her to arrange another meeting with Damian Lowell.
Sebastian Ford sat by her side, and surprisingly didn’t refuse to massage her.
Seeing her messages, he squinted in displeasure, his words faintly dripping with jealousy: "You’re using Damian Lowell to deliberately upset me, and meeting him alone for dinner, haven’t I punished you for this yet?"
"Punishment again?"
Eleanor Valerius looked at him discontentedly, stating: "Obviously you rejected me first, and my meet-ups with Lawyer Lowell were all business-related."
"Doesn’t matter what, meeting him is a no."
Sebastian Ford was indeed being unreasonable!
Suddenly, Eleanor Valerius flushed with anger, picking up a pillow to hurl at him.
To her surprise, Sebastian Ford seized the pillow and used it directly.