Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 118: Master Ford Kneels on One Knee for Her

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Master Ford Kneels on One Knee for Her

Sebastian also noticed Eleanor Valerius wasn’t eating well.

However, under the watchful eyes, he maintained the distance of a superior and assistant with Eleanor Valerius.

Mainly because Eleanor Valerius was intentionally avoiding suspicion.

In the afternoon promotional department meeting.

Damian Lowell was present.

At afternoon tea time, Mason Monroe personally brought coffee and snacks.

Simultaneously, Mason Monroe delivered Mr. Ford’s message: "Assistant Valerius, Mr. Ford asks you to go back to the office to make coffee for him. He says the coffee I make is terrible."

Eleanor Valerius: "..."

She saw the speechlessness in Mason Monroe’s calm expression.

"Okay, I’ll go now."

Watching Eleanor Valerius leave, Damian Lowell frowned.

Julia Ford took the opportunity to sit opposite him, her expression affectionate, and initiated the conversation: "I guess Uncle definitely wants to punish Eleanor Valerius. Her work performance is really mediocre and doesn’t meet Uncle’s standards, she must be making mistakes every day that anger him."

Damian Lowell’s expression turned somber upon hearing this.

"Julia, have you ever seen Mr. Ford punish Assistant Valerius with your own eyes?"

"Yes, several times even. The most serious time, Eleanor Valerius was kneeling on the ground crying."

Julia Ford’s exaggeration further fueled Damian Lowell’s anger.

Little did he know, that time Eleanor Valerius was actually secretly enjoying overtime with Sebastian Ford in the office for the first time.

...

Eleanor Valerius returned to the CEO’s office.

At a glance, she saw Sebastian Ford sitting on the sofa drinking coffee; she blinked inquiringly.

"Afraid you’d be hungry, I bought cake."

Seeing the sweet strawberry cream cake, Eleanor Valerius had an appetite and ate happily.

"It’s delicious, thank you, Mr. Ford."

"You’re welcome."

Sebastian Ford’s afternoon tea was about enjoying Eleanor Valerius’ company.

Even though his assistant was working at the promotional department these days, he would still summon her back every noon under various pretexts.

Clearly, he was being overly clingy, yet he insisted this was giving Eleanor an opportunity.

If she really had any collaboration with his second brother, wanting to scheme against him, she had to stay by his side to act.

However, Eleanor Valerius’ current focus was the Sinclair Family’s project.

She was just placating her uncle’s side since Julia Ford wasn’t really putting her heart into it; she wanted to personally take charge.

But her biggest obstacle at work was Sebastian Ford.

"Mr. Ford... can you stop touching me? You affect my work every day, too clingy!"

Eleanor Valerius indeed couldn’t focus.

At this moment, she was held in Sebastian Ford’s embrace, unable to stop his large hand from exploring inside her clothes.

Sebastian Ford couldn’t help but bow his head, burying his face in her neck, kissing against her skin.

Hearing her question, as if exposed, he released her a bit embarrassed.

Eleanor Valerius didn’t notice Sebastian’s unusualness.

Only when he suddenly stood up did she fall to his office chair.

"Mr. Ford, how should we modify this part of the proposal?"

Sebastian Ford stood by the floor-to-ceiling window to calm his breath.

Not hearing a response, Eleanor turned her head in surprise to ask, "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Don’t you find me clingy and annoying?"

Sebastian retorted sarcastically, clearly upset.

Eleanor Valerius looked shocked.

But Sebastian was indeed clingy, she wasn’t wrong.

"I said something wrong; please don’t be angry."

If Sebastian didn’t teach her about work, she wouldn’t be able to handle such a big proposal.

"Hah, you didn’t say anything wrong, I am not angry either."

Sebastian looked at her displeased, a look that was hard to appease.

Alright.

Judging by his level of anger, she couldn’t use tricks to appease him.

Eleanor blinked, laughed: "As long as Mr. Ford isn’t angry, will you still teach me the proposal?"

She wasn’t going to appease him?!

Sebastian was amused by her anger.

"I’m busy; you figure it out slowly yourself."

"Oh."

Eleanor Valerius retreated, sighed: "Since Mr. Ford doesn’t have time, I’ll ask Lawyer Lowell, this is the Sinclair Family’s project after all. If Lawyer Lowell doesn’t have time, I can ask Second Young Master Sinclair."

Sebastian’s eyes instantly revealed a dangerous glint.

"If I don’t teach you, you’ll resort to other choices?"

"Yes, in work matters, Master Ford isn’t irreplaceable to me."

Eleanor’s teasing smile was truly effective.

Nevertheless, she mentally prepared herself to face Sebastian’s impending loss of control.

"Who says I’m not the only one you need in work?"

Sebastian strode back, his eyes burning with anger reflecting Eleanor’s deliberate provocation.

"You’re the one who said, since Mr. Ford doesn’t have time, I must seek others."

Eleanor watched as Sebastian dangerously leaned over her.

The next moment, she took off her high heels, raised her right leg to gently block his body from getting closer.

This was clearly an enticing move.

Sebastian’s large hand suddenly grasped her ankle, pressing down against her.

Eleanor originally thought Sebastian would directly enact justice here.

But when she saw Sebastian bend down low, kneeling on one knee before her, she widened her eyes and held her breath.

"What are you trying to do..."

"I’m about to do the most important thing only I can give you."

Sebastian’s voice was husky, his gaze dangerous.

The black office chair set off her skin—a visual enjoyment.

At this moment, Eleanor never thought she’d be sitting, looking down at Sebastian bowing before her.

"My proposal um..."

Her voice suddenly tinged with shyness.

Sebastian kissed her, teasing, yet focused multitasking.

"I’ll teach you, listen carefully."

Eleanor bit her red lip, spine slightly tensed, couldn’t help but lean back.

She heard Sebastian seriously talking about the proposal.

But he was also earnestly being intimate with her.

A slightly suppressed breathing sound was heard in the serious office.

"Slower, please..."

Eleanor’s voice softened.

Sebastian suddenly stopped speaking, focusing instead on kissing her.

Was this considered punishment!

She had an illusion, Sebastian was pleasing her.

Thinking this, Eleanor curiously looked at Sebastian.

She’d never seen Sebastian in a humble manner, couldn’t even imagine what it would be like.

Yet, although Sebastian was still in control of her everything, it was as if he willingly assumed a submissive stance to her.

"Sebastian..."

Eleanor didn’t know what consequences her soft voice calling his name would induce.

At this moment, even Sebastian was losing control.

After the kiss ended, their foreheads touched, entwining breath rapidly.

"Eleanor Valerius, remember, I’m your lover, your only man."

Eleanor’s cheeks flushed, no strength left but to embrace him.

Sebastian then picked her up, carried her to the resting room, whispered in her ear: "Rest for a bit, I’ll soon bring you a change of dress."

"Thank you, lover."

"You’re welcome; it’s my honor."

Sebastian chuckled, anger dissolved.

However, Eleanor watched his retreating figure while biting her lips.

She was unyielding, wanting to control and retaliate against him like this in the future, at least once!