Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 109: Bold! Has She Fallen for Master Ford?

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Bold! Has She Fallen for Master Ford?

Eleanor Valerius lay on the table, slightly shaken by the pressure Sebastian Ford applied on her.

Even with food in her mouth, she let out a soft hum.

The atmosphere was extremely suggestive.

However, she knew Sebastian wouldn’t actually do anything.

"Master Ford, take it easy, I’ll choke."

She wasn’t afraid or worried; instead, her gaze was teasing.

Sebastian looked down at her, took out some ointment, and gently applied it to the red, rubbed spot on her heel with his fingertip.

Eleanor enjoyed being taken care of by her lover, lying there without affecting her eating.

Outside the break room, people were coming and going.

There were footsteps and voices of servants.

The glass door hid the intimate connection of the two inside.

Until Sebastian supported Eleanor’s spine with his palm, helping her sit up.

"I’ve applied the ointment and put on a band-aid. If it still hurts in heels, I’ll have Mason send you a pair of flats later."

Eleanor was still eating snacks, nodding obediently in response to him.

"Is it tasty?"

Sebastian leaned in playfully close to her face.

"You try some too."

Eleanor fed him half of the pastry she had in her mouth.

Their soft lips brushed against each other.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, savoring, "I couldn’t quite get the taste."

His arm propped up beside Eleanor, his chest pressed firmly against hers, with clear intentions.

"Master Ford, there’s no time for you to savor it slowly."

Eleanor licked her honey-coated fingers.

Sebastian’s eyes darkened.

"There’s always time for a brief taste."

Suddenly, Eleanor wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to kiss him.

Sebastian was determined to taste the sweetness she offered him.

Stopping at just a kiss seemed to make their hearts race even more.

"I should go, have you had enough?"

Sebastian touched his forehead to hers, breathing deeply to calm down.

"I’m full, thank you for feeding me, Master Ford."

Eleanor was still sitting on the table; she and Sebastian definitely needed to exit the break room separately.

Then, Sebastian straightened his suit and walked out the door.

The bodyguard waited not far away, holding a box of well-aged red wine.

Sebastian mingled business with personal matters because of Eleanor, but his explanations and facades were flawless.

At this moment, he encountered Byron Ford, who was heading to the wine cellar.

"Third Master, I was just about to find you, why did it take so long?"

"Tasted some good wine."

Sebastian’s voice was slightly hoarse, with a faint smile on his lips.

But Byron, unusually sharp-eyed, noticed it was a springtime smile.

Could it be that the woman who took a bedroom photo with him and then dumped him was back with him?

He couldn’t fathom how such a woman could enchant the dignified Third Master Ford like this!

He felt an even stronger urge to seize the opportunity to investigate.

However, as Byron passed by the break room, he wouldn’t have imagined that the woman Sebastian had an affair with was inside.

Eleanor quietly walked out only after confirming it was safe.

The heel that had been treated no longer hurt.

It was a small thing, and she didn’t feel like she was being fussy or wronged.

But precisely because of this small thing, getting Sebastian’s attention gave her a sense of being cherished and cared for.

The luncheon began.

The Ford family sat at the main table to entertain Jasper Sinclair and Damian Lowell.

By rank, Eleanor and Regina Jennings were still seated at inconspicuous spots nearby.

After finishing eating, she got up to help the maids tidy up.

Tea and casual chats took place in the side hall.

With Mr. Ford present, both Jasper and Damian, as juniors, had to show respect.

At this time, Sebastian was dealing with urgent documents brought by Mason.

Byron suddenly remembered something while smoking a cigar and called Regina aside to remind her, "President Sinclair and Lawyer Lowell are both honored guests. I see they seem a bit interested in Eleanor. Arrange for her to come and dance."

Regina of course wouldn’t refuse the Second Master’s important task.

Then, a maid went to inform Eleanor.

"Second Master Ford wants you in the side hall."

"Who wants me?"

Eleanor didn’t hear clearly.

Master Ford?

It must be Sebastian who called her, right?

Not delaying, she walked over hurriedly.

In the side hall.

Regina was still eagerly introducing, "Our Eleanor is good at singing and dancing; it’s a privilege for Second Master Ford to give her the opportunity to perform."

Hearing this, neither Jasper nor Damian reacted.

"Perform?"

"Yes, for President Sinclair and Lawyer Lowell."

Byron expressed his sincerity in hosting.

Suddenly, Sebastian happened to return after finishing his paperwork and heard about the performance.

At the same time, he saw Eleanor smiling as she walked in from outside.

Eleanor, meeting Sebastian’s gaze, assumed he had something to instruct her.

Even she didn’t realize how eagerly she moved toward him.

"Master Ford..."

At this moment, there was no time for Sebastian to interrupt.

He guessed Eleanor was unaware and that this was a deliberate arrangement by Byron and Regina.

"Who asked you to come?"

Sebastian’s expression darkened as he abruptly yelled at her, "The Ford family entertains guests for business, who arranged singing and dancing? What do you think the Ford family is?"

Eleanor stopped abruptly at the doorway, her smile frozen.

She didn’t expect Sebastian to scold her so harshly in front of everyone.

All eyes turned to her immediately.

Eleanor took a deep breath, her back tense but trying not to show her embarrassment.

"I’m sorry."

Actually, Eleanor had already realized it.

Sebastian’s rebuke was a means of protection for her.

"This won’t happen again, the Ford family is not a place for you to act out, get out!"

Sebastian’s voice was cold and harsh in a veiled threat.

His attitude had to be stern to stop Byron and Regina’s plans for her.

Eleanor’s dance was only for him to see; he wouldn’t let her be exploited to entertain other men!

"I believe Second Master and Mrs. Valerius meant well."

Jasper expressed to ease the situation’s tension, "No need for Mr. Ford to get angry, but I also feel it’s not suitable for Miss Valerius to perform here."

"Well, since it’s unsuitable, let’s drop it."

Byron, unable to save face, deliberately tossed the blame off, "The young lady was impulsive, wanting to show off in front of an occasion like this. The Ford and Sinclair family partnership doesn’t need her dance. Remember your status and sense of propriety; leave immediately."

Witnessing how the Ford family treated Eleanor.

Damian stewed in suppressed anger.

The undeserving accusation of brazen display was cast upon Eleanor.

Everyone stared at her, but Sebastian seemed disgusted, not sparing her a glance.

"I’m sorry."

Eleanor’s voice grew slightly tense.

She couldn’t explain, couldn’t argue.

As she turned to leave, suddenly her own bottled-up grievances and sorrow overwhelmed her.

But the surge of emotions shocked Eleanor herself.

Why did Sebastian’s attitude matter so much to her?

At this moment, Julia Ford approached, gloating and ridiculing.

"Are you hiding away to cry?"

Eleanor wanted to avoid Julia, not wanting her emotions to be exposed.

But Julia insisted on following to add insult to injury: "Ha, you always tried to show off indiscriminately since childhood, deserved Uncle’s scolding today! I’ve never seen him this angry before; you’re done for!"

Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat, flustered and uneasy.

Indeed, she never experienced such heartache as if the sweetness in her heart was spilled.

Both happiness and bitterness were brought by Sebastian.

Her emotions spiraled completely out of control.

Could it be... she got too deep into the act and actually developed genuine feelings for Sebastian?!