Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 173: Awakened by His Kiss, Dangerously So
Eleanor Valerius sneaked a peek at Sebastian Ford.
Her emotions were complex; could it be that the baby and daddy already had a blood connection?
Does the baby know she wants to run away while pregnant and is protesting?
Seeing Eleanor’s evasive gaze, Sebastian assumed she was feeling awkward.
"Go sit down and wait for a bit. We’ll eat when all the dishes are ready."
Knowing she wasn’t refusing food and harming herself just because she stayed by his side, his tone grew a bit gentler.
Eleanor nodded. As she was about to leave, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the cut on Sebastian’s right hand caused by a needle.
"Master Ford, does it hurt when your wound gets wet?"
Sebastian glanced at it, not concerned.
However, unable to find a first aid kit in this unfamiliar villa, Eleanor had to ask Nathan Kendrick to bring one over.
"How did you get hurt?"
Nathan approached casually, looking at the delicious food in the kitchen, swallowing and saying, "My brother is really good at cooking. I tried it once before, and the taste is unforgettable! With so many dishes tonight, two people definitely can’t finish it."
His words were full of hints.
Eleanor ignored him and began applying a waterproof bandage to the cut on Sebastian’s right palm.
Was her previous reaction too intense? Would he be suspicious?
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at Eleanor’s frowning expression, thinking she was feeling guilty.
He initially wanted to say it was fine, but then thought he should let her remain upset so she would care about him more.
"It hurts."
"I’ll be gentle."
Eleanor didn’t lift her head and thus missed Sebastian’s expressionless act.
But Nathan on the opposite side was utterly dumbfounded.
Master Ford, who didn’t flinch even when shot, was claiming pain over such a minor cut?!
He simply didn’t understand; this was a part of their dynamic.
"Bro, you..."
Sebastian suddenly shot a dangerous glare, warning in a low voice, "You were spewing nonsense on the phone, and I haven’t held you accountable yet, and you still want to stay and eat here? If you want to be full before setting off, that’s possible."
He had rushed back from the mansion’s dining table.
With the old man’s shrewdness, he probably already suspected something.
Losing control for her was an undeniable fact, and he had no regrets.
"Thanks for the invitation!"
Nathan was scared and left directly.
He certainly didn’t want to eat a ’last supper’!
"All done."
The distance between Eleanor and Sebastian in the kitchen was quite close.
She wanted to explain herself but was afraid it would only make things worse.
Her hesitant and worried demeanor amused the self-satisfied Sebastian.
"Alright, go serve the food."
After preparing the dishes, Sebastian placed them on the dining table and sat down to eat with her.
Eleanor was really hungry, but she feared vomiting again, so she ate slowly, savoring every bite.
During the meal, Sebastian didn’t talk much, only helped her with more food.
The atmosphere during dinner was very warm.
Being alone, the two of them had a feeling of living together romantically.
But it was only an illusion.
Once finished, Eleanor saw the servants coming in to clear the dishes and glanced at the main door, never forgetting she was his captive pet.
"I haven’t agreed to your game."
On hearing her speak, Sebastian squinted slightly.
At this moment, the well-trained servants, understanding the situation, quietly exited the room.
"I don’t want to be kept here by you. Give me my phone back and let me go, okay?"
Knowing it was impossible, Eleanor still wanted to voice it.
"My decision was to inform you, not to ask if you were willing."
Sebastian responded coldly.
"Eleanor Valerius, you were the one who gave up on wanting a lover. If I want a partner, our relationship can’t merely be nominal."
As she tried to escape and cut off ties, he kept entangling and binding.
Eleanor took a deep breath, pursing her lips.
Beneath the table, her hands gently caressed her belly.
They were more than just uncle and niece; they were the baby’s father and mother, a blood bond that could never be severed.
In silence, they harbored doubts, each guessing the thoughts of the other.
Sebastian wouldn’t leave. In the bedroom, clothes and items had been prepared by the servants.
The study was empty; the files he needed to handle hadn’t been sent over yet.
Eleanor didn’t know how long Sebastian intended to keep her here.
Forever?
No way!
Damian Lowell must be trying to find a way to locate her now. She was confident she could escape confinement.
Everything around was unfamiliar; the only thing she knew was Sebastian.
But Eleanor deliberately tried to avoid him.
Returning to the bedroom to shower, she had just undressed when Sebastian pushed the door open.
At that instant, her gaze was flustered and defensive, yet there was no escape.
"What do you want to do?"
"Nothing, just coming to take a bath with you."
With lazy, narrowed eyes, Sebastian moved closer, seemingly testing her reaction.
She wanted to evade but was cornered swiftly by his quick actions.
There was no way Eleanor could believe him when he said he wouldn’t do anything.
His gaze roamed freely, filled with a forceful aggressiveness as it fell on her.
Don’t panic!
The more embarrassed she was, the more excited he might become!
"Are you here to inspect me?"
Eleanor looked up, her voice slightly tense, "You don’t believe I haven’t been intimate with other men? If you’re so upset, then you shouldn’t cage me here. If you don’t suspect anything between Lawyer Lowell and me, then you have even less reason to punish me."
Her excuses were all attempts to refuse him.
"The very mention of Damian Lowell gives me reason to punish you."
Sebastian replaced his appreciative gaze with action, his palm lingering along her waist.
He pressed closely against her, feeling her tremble.
"Eleanor Valerius, there’s never been anyone named Damian Lowell between us. You are my woman, and your body belongs to me."
Faced with Sebastian’s aggressive intentions, Eleanor’s back was tense, neither struggling nor resisting.
"I don’t consent."
Being held by Sebastian, she tilted her head to look at him, repeating her refusal: "If you want to force me, then go ahead. Just because my body reacts doesn’t mean my heart is willing. The lover’s game is mutual; one-sided coercion is meaningless."
Eleanor’s attitude kindled a fire of anger in Sebastian’s eyes.
"You’ve changed. Where’s the Eleanor Valerius who clung to me before? Time and again, you insist you have no ties to Damian Lowell, yet your change of heart happened the moment he appeared. Do you know the consequences of betraying me?"
Of course, Sebastian didn’t know that Eleanor’s change wasn’t due to Damian Lowell, but because of the secret in her belly.
"We broke up. I didn’t betray you."
Eleanor responded calmly.
While being held captive, she certainly wouldn’t engage with Sebastian again.
The doctor also mentioned her health wasn’t great, and she couldn’t let him harm the baby.
"Heh, I’ve got time to slowly teach you to behave!"
With anger, Sebastian left the bathroom.
Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief.
But she didn’t completely relax, knowing she still had to share a bed with him at night.
After eating her fill, Eleanor quickly fell asleep.
She didn’t even know when Sebastian returned.
She could feel herself being held tightly in his embrace, unable to break free or escape, only able to silently endure.
Morning.
Sebastian woke up, hugging her tightly from behind, kissing her passionately.
Eleanor was groggy, being kissed awake from her dreams.
"Sebastian Ford..."
Eleanor’s voice was soft, wanting to stop and refuse.
But Sebastian gently bit her earlobe, his voice husky: "Give me..."
