CHAPTER 648: CHAPTER 648: MYSTERIOUS PHOTO, WEDDING NIGHT

She regained her senses and accepted, but just then she heard the other person say, "Where did you go?"

It was Sebastian Blackwood’s voice.

Ivy Kensington couldn’t help but tighten her grip on the metal edge of her phone. She hadn’t answered yet when she heard him say, "I’ll pick you up."

"No need."

Ivy refused, "I’m out shopping with Sharon, we’ll be back later."

At this moment, Sebastian Blackwood stood in the high-rise of the Blackwood Group, facing a huge floor-to-ceiling window, offering a complete view of Veridia.

The man was tall and imposing, nearly six foot three, commanding a presence.

Upon hearing Ivy’s response, his sharp brow slightly arched, but he didn’t insist, merely said, "Come back early. Tonight is our wedding night."

Ivy was originally a bit distracted, but upon hearing "wedding night," her face couldn’t help but flush for a moment.

This man is really...

Already married once, yet still shamelessly talks about a wedding night.

"Got it."

She hung up the phone and put it away.

By now, autumn had begun in Veridia. The sycamore trees lining the streets had already turned yellow, hanging on the branches, looking quite desolate.

She didn’t understand why Sebastian Blackwood agreed to remarry her despite knowing Claire Crowley’s circumstances.

Does he really not care about Nanny?

But she’s his daughter too...

Thinking about it, Ivy suddenly felt lightheaded. When she squatted down and stood back up, she had a sudden bout of blackness before her eyes and nearly fainted.

"Miss Kensington!"

A deep male voice sounded, promptly holding her up.

Ivy closed her eyes tightly and only realized afterward that the person supporting her was Leo Sherman.

"It’s you?"

Leo saw she seemed to have regained her composure, and gently released his hand from her shoulder, nodding, "What a coincidence running into you here."

Ivy looked at his formal suit, assuming he had some urgent business to attend to, and immediately said, "Sorry for troubling you earlier."

After speaking, she prepared to leave, but Leo kept her, "Miss Kensington, please walk slowly."

"If you don’t mind, I’d like to buy you a cup of coffee."

He pointed to the café across the street.

Ivy felt embarrassed letting him treat her since he had helped her twice, she figured she should be the one to invite him.

So she hurriedly said, "Let me do it."

The two of them walked into the café together.

"Miss Kensington, may I ask, are your parents still alive?"

As they sat down in the café, Ivy heard this question, paused, then shook her head, "Sorry, neither of them are."

"Neither of them, huh..."

Leo murmured softly, his eyes darkening for a moment.

Ivy did not notice his change of expression and proactively asked, "And you?"

Leo came back to his senses and replied with a gentle smile, "Both of my parents are retired teachers, still healthy, and I am now a university teacher myself."

That made sense.

Ivy let out an "oh," no wonder Leo gave the impression of being warm and graceful, a university teacher indeed matches his persona.

The two chatted for a while longer, realizing it was getting late, Ivy paid early and left first.

"Let’s chat next time."

She said and turned to exit the café.

Once she left, Leo took out a photograph from his bag.

In the photo, there was a young woman with a swollen belly, about four or five months along.

Beside her stood a little boy around three to four years old.