CHAPTER 682: CHAPTER 682: CLEAN AND NO LONGER TAINTED

So you hide it from me, saying nothing.

Hah.

Releasing his grip on the woman’s chin abruptly, Sebastian Blackwood pinched the bridge of his nose, looking tired, and his expression calmed down.

Seeing him like this, Ivy Kensington felt uneasy. She subconsciously grabbed the corner of the man’s clothes and explained, "Nothing happened between him and me, really..."

Noticing her hand grasping his clothing, Sebastian frowned slightly at the delicate expression, gracefully dodging her approach.

Ivy’s fingers stiffened, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Was he... disgusted by her?

An indescribable sense of grievance spread from her chest, and Ivy said, "You say I don’t trust you, but Sebastian... when have you ever trusted me?"

Just like a moment ago, even though she clearly explained that there was nothing between her and Ethan, he didn’t say anything, yet his actions revealed his thoughts.

Ivy turned her eyes away and withdrew her hand.

The enclosed car fell silent until it finally stopped at Blackwood Manor.

"I don’t want to come back."

Ivy said somewhat defiantly. They were already divorced, and she didn’t want to return here anymore.

Moreover, she now wanted to see her daughter more, not knowing how she was doing.

However, Sebastian gave her no chance to refuse, strongly grabbing her hand and pulling her all the way to the bedroom.

"What are you doing..."

He took large strides, and after a few steps, Ivy couldn’t keep up. Her wrist hurt from his grip, and she couldn’t help but struggle.

Sebastian had already dragged her into the master bedroom’s bathroom.

The shower was turned on, and the cool water fell on her head, making Ivy shiver fiercely from the cold.

"Sebastian Blackwood!"

Water ran into her eyes, forcing them shut, and she took a deep breath, angrily shouting his name.

But Sebastian looked at her with cold eyes, his voice tinged with coaxing, "Be good, wash up and you won’t be dirty."

His voice was low and cold, making its way into her heart, bringing with it a chill.

Ivy felt a chill inside. Dirty? He clearly hadn’t listened to her explanation...

All at once, Ivy bit her lip tightly, her eyes reddening, "Yes, I’m dirty! I slept with Ethan, now get out, don’t touch me!"

Why did she have to trust him, when he? Had he ever given her any trust?

Ivy couldn’t hold back her tears, they mingled with the shower water on her face, and she choked out in despair.

Hearing her words, Sebastian’s temple twitched, a vein pulsing hard as a wave of anger surged.

He clamped down on Ivy’s hand, thrusting her slender body back, forcefully pressing her against the wall.

His tone was ruthless, "You better not anger me."

Otherwise, the one who suffers will be her!

Ivy clenched her jaw, desperately using her hands and feet against him, "Bastard! All you know is to bully me! Mm..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Sebastian pressed down on her shoulder, sealing her mouth hard with his.

"Behave, I need to check."

Check whether anything happened between her and Ethan!

No one else must defile his woman.

"Bastard..."

Ivy cursed at him, but couldn’t resist his force, being forced to open her lips.

When it was over, the sky outside had fully darkened.

Ivy had fainted on the bed.

Sebastian got up, lightly brushing her cheek with a finger. Her face bore faint tear stains, and the depths of his eyes were shadowed with traces of darkness.

After a moment, he went out and made a phone call to Owen Rhodes.

"What’s the situation over there with Claire Crowley?"