CHAPTER 13: CHAPTER 13: REPUTATION RUINED, MASTER BLACKWOOD’S DISGUST

Dahlia Kensington guiltily said, "You gave this to me, so of course I must cherish it and can’t just wear it casually."

"Really?" Sebastian Blackwood retorted, his gaze darkening slightly.

Four years ago, he was set up, and thanks to a girl, he was saved. It was her first time too. At that time, he gave her his personal jade pendant, thinking she would soon come looking for him.

Unexpectedly, four years passed.

As promised, he married Dahlia Kensington. But regarding the events of that night four years ago, Dahlia always hesitated, which couldn’t help but make him suspicious.

It seems he needs to reinvestigate the events of four years ago.

Dahlia Kensington was frightened by the man’s deep expression and, afraid he would question further, hurriedly said, "Sebastian, why don’t you go on with your work, I’ll be home in a few days."

"Hmm." Sebastian Blackwood responded indifferently.

Of course, Dahlia Kensington noticed his aloofness, making her gnash her teeth in resentment.

This morning, his reaction to Ivy Kensington wasn’t like this.

Dahlia Kensington glanced behind her for a second or two, then smiled while hooking her lips, kissed Sebastian Blackwood’s cheek through her mask.

"Alright, goodbye."

Afterward, she hummed a tune as she returned to the Kensington Family.

No matter what, that bitch Ivy Kensington, has no chance of catching Sebastian Blackwood’s attention!

Ivy Kensington hid behind the greenery, her lips pressed tightly together. She didn’t go out because she didn’t want to be misunderstood as being there on purpose.

"Not coming out yet?"

Suddenly, she heard Sebastian Blackwood’s voice.

Ivy Kensington felt a slight chill on her scalp, knowing she’d been discovered, she simply came out.

"Mr. Blackwood, I’m not deliberately watching here."

She explained obediently.

Through the light, Sebastian Blackwood saw the mark between her collarbones clearly. His eyes narrowed, and he abruptly asked her, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

He actually suspected that the person attending the auction with him that afternoon was Ivy Kensington.

Ivy Kensington followed his gaze to the marks on her body. She originally wanted to cover them up, but thinking it would be better to speak openly than to let him suspect from hiding, she said, "Didn’t expect Mr. Blackwood to be so interested in others’ private lives?"

Ivy Kensington’s tone was somewhat frivolous.

Sebastian Blackwood’s brows knitted together, faintly displeased.

Ivy Kensington continued, "Mr. Blackwood, I’m just a servant of the Kensington family. If you’re interested in me, Miss Kensington would probably hate me to death. But if you really like it, it’s not like I can’t accompany you."

Her words revealed a lack of self-respect.

Sebastian Blackwood disgustedly turned his eyes away.

It seems that the information in those files was true; this woman had been pretending all along in front of him!

Sebastian Blackwood didn’t spare another glance at Ivy Kensington, the car window rose, and the Maybach drove away directly.

"Mr. Blackwood, take care."

Ivy Kensington still smiled as she bid him farewell.

But once the Maybach completely disappeared from view, Ivy Kensington’s smile thoroughly collapsed, her eyes red.

During these interactions, she had faintly developed feelings for him.

Yet Ivy Kensington understood, between her and him lay an insurmountable barrier, she could never reach his distance.

Instead of causing herself pain, it’s better to sever those feelings early; he’s disgusted with her now, and she won’t want to get close to him again.

The next day.

"Ivy, there’s a translation job tonight, are you taking it?"

Ivy Kensington had just arrived at school when she received a call from her partner, she quickly nodded, "I’ll take it!"

Her main study at school was traditional Chinese herbal medicine, but she also minored in German and French and often took translation jobs.

Yesterday, Anne Linden told her Yasmin Irvine wasn’t dead; regardless of the outcome, she needed to investigate, and checking things like this required money, something she always lacked.

After confirming the time and place, Ivy Kensington arrived promptly.

But at the moment she pushed the door open, seeing who was inside, she was dumbfounded...

Sebastian Blackwood?

Why is it him?