Chapter 582: Chapter 582: Reliving the Taste of Their Kiss
None of them have a key to Sebastian Blackwood’s room, they just can’t get in! Unless he himself is willing to open the door from the inside...
Claire Crowley stood at the door, so angry her teeth were about to shatter.
This Lena Vance, she’s truly a shameless bitch!
She had conspired with Evan Lowell to set up Sebastian Blackwood once before, and now in the middle of the night she’s sneaked over again. Isn’t this just despicable!?
Inside the bedroom.
Ivy Kensington felt her heart sink halfway hearing Claire’s words.
She knew this face couldn’t be hidden, so she simply pulled down the corner of the quilt that covered her face, batting her eyes playfully at the man in front of her.
In a deliberately cheeky tone, she said, "Master Blackwood, I didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon."
After saying this, she even deliberately licked her lips, savoring the taste of their recent kiss.
The moment the woman’s entire enchanting face was revealed, Sebastian Blackwood’s calm expression suddenly turned pale.
"Lena Vance!"
He spat out these two words with gritted teeth from his thin lips.
Ivy Kensington’s smile widened, "Yes, long time no see."
Damn it!
She fooled him once, and now she dares to come again, simply courting death!
Sebastian Blackwood was enraged, gripping the woman’s slender neck tightly without leaving any gaps.
"Courting death!"
Ivy Kensington expected him to be angry, but she didn’t think he’d be so eager for her demise.
With a helpless bitter smile at the corner of her mouth, she spoke with difficulty, "Master Blackwood, what if... I am the Ivy Kensington you’ve been longing to find..."
As soon as these words were spoken, Sebastian Blackwood’s dark pupils dispersed for a moment.
Indeed, she had always given him the impression of Ivy Kensington.
But her actions were vastly different from Ivy Kensington’s.
If she were Ivy, she would never collaborate with Evan Lowell, poisoning him on one side while letting Evan steal important documents on the other.
This Lena Vance, is absolutely contradictory!
Sebastian narrowed his deep eyes, snorted, "You and her are incomparable!"
The woman before him was vile, wanton!
He would never be deceived by the false appearances she could create!
Ivy Kensington’s heart ached bitterly, knowing it’s normal for Sebastian Blackwood not to believe her under such circumstances.
So she just shrugged, as if regretting, "Well, it seems I can’t fool Master Blackwood this time."
"But Master Blackwood, after all, I am still part of the Lowell family, it’s not good of you to strangle me to death, is it?"
Ivy Kensington did not want to die, and feeling the tightening grip around her neck increasing, she couldn’t help but plead for herself.
Sebastian Blackwood coldly curled his lips, "It’s members of the Lowell family who truly deserve to die."
Ivy Kensington: "..."
"Ding—"
Just as her breathing was in danger, Sebastian Blackwood’s phone rang, seemingly someone was messaging him.
It was this moment that Ivy Kensington seized the opportunity of his slight distraction to quickly break free from his grip and swiftly ran off the bed.
Unexpectedly—
"Lena Vance, you truly are promiscuous, indeed despicable."
The low voice sounded from behind.
Ivy Kensington froze, she turned her head, looking at him in disbelief.
Why say such a thing?
Yet, she saw Sebastian Blackwood lightly rubbing his thin lips with a pale finger, his gaze towards her cold.
"It seems Evan Lowell cannot satisfy you, so you came to me again, but unfortunately, for a woman like you, I have no desire at all!"
In his phone message was the video someone had sent where Ivy pretended to kiss Evan Lowell to poison him.
Actually, at that moment, she didn’t fully touch Evan’s lips, she just wanted to poison him...
But seeing Sebastian Blackwood’s current disgusted and contemptuous expression, her heart still ached briefly.