CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: DISQUALIFIED FROM THE COMPETITION

Mrs. Langley couldn’t stand Dahlia Kensington just now. Hearing these words, even her long-standing arthritis stopped hurting, and she quickly retrieved the surveillance footage in just a minute.

Dahlia Kensington: "..." Damn old woman.

"Sebastian, you’ve been on a plane all day, why don’t you go get some rest first."

Dahlia Kensington wanted to advise him, but Sebastian Blackwood had already finished watching the surveillance. There was no surveillance in Ronnie’s bedroom, so he didn’t see Dahlia assault Ronnie, but in the living room, he could see that Ronnie had a wound on his mouth.

Dahlia watched as the man’s handsome face grew increasingly grim, and she panicked completely, confessing involuntarily: "I was wrong, I just couldn’t bear how well you treated Ronnie, and I lost my way for a moment..."

Mrs. Langley couldn’t help but add, "Master Blackwood, Ronnie was taken to the estate by the old lady, and the injury on his mouth is serious. Miss Kensington acted out of anger."

Dahlia Kensington felt like she could kill Mrs. Langley, but now was not the time to quibble over these things. She pleaded pitifully, "Sebastian, I really was wrong..."

"Enough." Sebastian Blackwood’s voice was cold, his scrutinizing gaze fell on Dahlia Kensington with disappointment: "I had Ivy apologize to save your reputation, and yet you slapped me in the face."

The next second, Sebastian Blackwood strode away.

"Sebastian, Sebastian..."

No matter how Dahlia Kensington called, Sebastian Blackwood did not look back.

"Ah!" Dahlia Kensington was furious, thinking she had won against Ivy tonight, but it turned out she was the loser!

Blackwood Estate.

The wound on Ronnie’s mouth was quite serious, and applying medicine made her cry in pain. Ivy Kensington coaxed her for a long time before she could sleep peacefully.

As night fell, Ivy and Ronnie stayed in the same room, and she took off her clothes to prepare for a bath.

Unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened—

"Sorry."

A man’s steady voice sounded, Sebastian Blackwood?!

Ivy Kensington was instantly scared, covering her chest, her face flush red: "You... why are you here?"

"The door wasn’t locked."

Sebastian Blackwood’s face remained calm, but his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

He just wanted to check on Ronnie, but he didn’t expect her to be there, and changing clothes no less.

The girl’s smooth and delicate skin flashed before his eyes, and Sebastian Blackwood’s gaze darkened.

Ivy Kensington quickly pulled up her clothes, ushering him out: "Mr. Blackwood, please leave."

Sebastian Blackwood smiled with indeterminate meaning: "Nothing worth looking at."

Ivy Kensington: "..." This man!

Once she changed her clothes, Ivy Kensington opened the door again, finding Sebastian Blackwood leaning against the doorway, smoking.

Most of the time, the man was dignified and abstinent, but now, with his long legs slightly bent and bowing his head to smoke, he seemed both noble and roguish.

Sebastian Blackwood glanced sideways: "Done?"

Ivy Kensington didn’t answer, instead asking: "Mr. Blackwood, is there something so late at night?"

Ivy Kensington still remembered when he made her apologize to Dahlia Kensington at the Blackwood family previously.

Sebastian Blackwood spoke: "Came to see Ronnie."

But by then, Ronnie was already asleep, and Sebastian Blackwood only stayed for less than ten minutes before leaving.

Watching the man’s departing figure, Ivy Kensington couldn’t help but voice her inner suspicion: "Mr. Blackwood, do you really know what kind of person Dahlia Kensington is?"

Sebastian Blackwood paused slightly, the two distinct images of Dahlia Kensington flashing in his mind.

The Dahlia of the night captivated him, but the Dahlia of the day left him emotionless.

Could it be true that someone’s personality could differ so drastically between day and night?

Sebastian Blackwood lowered his deep gaze, but said: "None of your business."

Ivy Kensington gave a self-deprecating smile, true, no matter how vile Dahlia’s character was, she was the rightful Mrs. Blackwood.

The next day.

Ivy Kensington suddenly received a call from the organizers of the herbal medicine competition: "I’m sorry, your participation has been disqualified."