CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95: IVY KENSINGTON, BE MY WOMAN—I WANT YOU

There was an sudden outcry among the crowd; no one could believe that Sebastian Blackwood had gone into the water to save someone.

Only Dahlia Kensington gritted her teeth angrily, Sebastian actually... actually cared so much about Ivy Kensington that he jumped in without a second thought to save her!

Ivy, that damn woman, deserves to die!

Ivy knew how to swim; when Florence Huxley pushed her into the sea, she immediately relaxed her body, trying to keep herself afloat and then swam towards the yacht.

However, the yacht didn’t stop; instead, it kept moving forward.

Ivy used all her strength but couldn’t catch up. Her whole body began to feel weak and soft, she was running out of energy.

Could it be... that she was really going to die here today?

A vision of Ronnie’s adorable face floated in Ivy’s mind, and she couldn’t bear to leave him.

Yet slowly, Sebastian Blackwood’s cold and proud handsome face also began to appear before her eyes.

Ivy’s heart ached.

What a pity, he would probably never know that the one from that wedding night was her...

Despair filled Ivy as she closed her eyes.

But just then, a familiar figure approached, and Sebastian Blackwood forcefully pulled her body up.

"Damn woman, wake up!"

Sebastian’s expression was cold as he slapped Ivy’s cheek a few times.

But Ivy had inhaled too much water and fainted. With a somber expression, Sebastian swam towards the lifeboat, holding her.

Because of his jump, all the rescue equipment on the yacht was activated, and soon, the two were brought ashore.

"They’ve been rescued, they’ve been rescued!"

The people on the yacht cheered.

Florence Huxley’s face turned pale with fear; Ivy, that damn woman, had survived, leading Master Blackwood to personally save her!

Dahlia Kensington was so angry she could barely stand. Why was it always Ivy that Sebastian cared about? She hated it!

Simon Weldon, not caring about anything else, hurried over, "Ivy, are you alright?"

Sebastian’s cold gaze lingered on him for a second before he lifted his long leg and kicked him away brutally.

"Get lost!"

One word, utterly ruthless.

Ivy was carried into Sebastian Blackwood’s private suite, having already expelled the water from her chest and slowly regained consciousness.

"Tha... Thank you..."

Ivy only vaguely knew someone had saved her, but she hadn’t seen who it was clearly.

Sebastian Blackwood looked expressionlessly at her pale face, his internal anger surged throughout his entire being.

This woman, how foolish could she be, this time she almost truly lost her life!

As his anger roiled, Sebastian leaned down and bit Ivy’s lip fiercely.

"Remember, this is your punishment!"

His tone was vicious, as though he intended to devour her whole.

As the familiar scent of the man wafted into her nose, Ivy finally realized that the person who saved her was once again Sebastian...

In an instant, her heart trembled again.

Sebastian’s hot hand slipped under her skirt, which startled Ivy, and she suddenly noticed the dark green tie he was wearing.

It was a gift from Dahlia Kensington...

Ivy immediately sobered up, "Smack—"

She slapped Sebastian hard.

"Don’t... don’t touch me..."

She was not Dahlia Kensington, she was the Ivy he hated.

Ivy shivered from head to toe in the cold, afraid to meet Sebastian’s eyes.

Where did she get the courage to even dare to act against him!

Sebastian’s eyes lowered, anger surging more intensely, but seeing Ivy’s body tremble in fear, he pursed his thin lips, and lifted his hand to grip her slender waist.

In an uncompromising tone he said, "Ivy, be my woman, I want you!"

What?

Ivy was shocked, looking at him in disbelief; he actually wanted her to be his woman...