Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 186: She Takes the Initiative to Keep Him

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: She Takes the Initiative to Keep Him

In an instant, Sebastian Ford’s fierce anger was directed at Eleanor Valerius.

Eleanor sat there stiffly, not daring to look at him.

"Sister..."

Chloe Valerius was startled by this reminder, lowering her head and pressing her lips together, feeling aggrieved.

She couldn’t even remember that she had promised to keep Damian Lowell’s identity a secret that afternoon.

Seeing Eleanor’s guilty and flustered appearance, Sebastian’s eyes were filled with a raging fury, his thin lips curling into a dangerous smile.

"Vincent?"

He had heard these three words spoken from Eleanor’s mouth before.

At that time, he even snatched Eleanor back from Damian Lowell’s embrace.

But he never expected that this "Vincent" was actually Damian Lowell.

Once, when Sharon Sinclair spoke of the cherished love letters Eleanor kept, it seemed they were from Damian Lowell as well.

"So Damian Lowell is your childhood sweetheart and first love!"

Sebastian laughed, gritting his teeth with a dark, biting malice as he said these words!

He reached out, not caring that Chloe was sitting opposite, his fingers pinched into the side of Eleanor’s tense waist, slowly tightening.

Eleanor took a careful deep breath. Since Sebastian had found out, she did not want to lie.

"I only found out a while ago that Lawyer Lowell was the older brother I knew as a child."

However, Eleanor’s honesty after being exposed could not resolve the fury Sebastian felt from being deceived.

A jealous anger took root in his heart within an instant.

So, when Eleanor wanted to escape from him, she chose her childhood sweetheart.

Or perhaps, Damian Lowell was her choice all along, and it never changed.

The laughable thing was that he even worried that Damian Lowell was approaching her intending to use her to take revenge on him.

In the end, the fool was actually himself?!

Sebastian was enraged.

Eleanor had already sensed Sebastian’s extreme emotions; she couldn’t escape and never intended to avoid it.

But she didn’t want to involve Chloe.

"Chloe, I’m sorry, Sister’s tone was a bit harsh. You should go home first, and I’ll take you for dinner another day."

Eleanor’s protection was misunderstood by Chloe as an inexplicable temper and then being driven away.

"Sister, I’m leaving now."

After Chloe left.

Only Eleanor and Sebastian remained at the table, and the atmosphere suddenly turned oppressive and dangerous.

"Do you want to explain?"

Sebastian’s icy voice fell by her ear, provoking a trembling shiver of fear from Eleanor.

She gently shook her head, seemingly already mentally prepared.

Yet, when Sebastian picked her up and threw her onto the sofa, she couldn’t help but scream, wanting to break free and run away.

"Sebastian... I didn’t mean to..."

She didn’t deliberately conceal or deceive him?

She couldn’t utter a lie to cover it up because she was intentional.

Damian Lowell was Vincent, her childhood sweetheart and first love whom she once liked.

"What do you mean you didn’t? Why aren’t you continuing to explain!"

Sebastian pressed Eleanor down on the sofa, unable to control his jealous rage, which turned into a release of punishing desire.

He tugged at her clothes, leaving shallow marks on her supple skin with not-so-gentle actions.

At this moment, Eleanor was overshadowed by Sebastian’s imprisoning shadow.

Her body couldn’t break free from his grip; her gaze flickered with fear, her lips trembling but unable to speak.

How could she possibly explain to him that proving Damian Lowell was Vincent didn’t matter because she currently liked him?

"No..."

Eleanor’s refusal completely enraged Sebastian.

His voice was hoarse with anger: "Eleanor Valerius, have you forgotten your identity? As my lover, you don’t have the right to refuse me!"

But his aggressive approach might punish and torment her.

Eleanor feared he might hurt the baby; even if she struggled, she couldn’t push him away, and she had no way to stop him.

At this time, Sebastian was devoured by his greed and fury, losing his rationality.

He kissed her, caressed her, with a strong sense of aggression.

In the brightly lit living room, the two of them were intimately entangled on the spacious sofa.

"Eleanor, show some passion; you’re mine now!"

Sebastian was dissatisfied with her resistance.

It had been a long time since he wanted her.

The kiss had awakened his long-forgotten longing.

Eleanor tilted her head, biting down on her lip; she couldn’t allow Sebastian’s punishment.

When she was almost unable to resist him, with panting breaths, she boldly shouted another person’s name.

There was no such person, and she would certainly not call Damian Lowell.

This was the only way to stop him!

Suddenly, Sebastian’s movements abruptly froze.

His fiery passion seemed doused by a bucket of ice water, the anger in his eyes instantly making him lose his mind.

"Eleanor! How dare you call another man’s name beneath me?!"

Sebastian reached out, pinched her face, angrily interrogating, "Do you prefer being strangled to death rather than sleeping with me? Is this your attitude to being a lover, or are you trying to remain chaste for another man now!"

Eleanor’s eyes trembled as she looked at him, still gently shaking her head in refusal.

She was truly afraid of him when he was angry.

But right now, Sebastian’s uncontrollable rage was completely out of control!

He let go, stood up; in this situation, he couldn’t possibly continue touching her.

Sebastian directly kicked the door on leaving.

The cool night breeze blew in, and Eleanor lay on the sofa, having escaped his embrace. The warmth was instantly replaced by cold.

She bit her lip, unable to stop trembling, unsure if it was from fear or cold.

"Baby, how are we going to get through the next two months..."

Eleanor got up and put her clothes back on, the breeze clearing her mind.

No, she couldn’t remain passive like this.

To escape the Valerius Family and Regina Jennings, to take Chloe with her, she needed to make money and plan an exit!

...

The night was deep.

Sebastian returned with a gloomy expression, reeking of alcohol.

He went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.

Only the bathroom light was on, Eleanor was bathing.

He did not want to face her and lose control again, so he intended to go straight to the study.

"Master Ford."

Eleanor’s soft voice called him from inside; Sebastian instinctively paused his steps.

"Could you get me a towel?"

Sebastian frowned, not understanding what Eleanor meant.

Nevertheless, he still took a towel to the bathroom door.

Eleanor suddenly came out from inside, freshly bathed without cover, her fair skin enveloped in steam, her damp hair dripping by her neck.

She stood before Sebastian like this, taking the towel, and began wiping her wet hair.

Sebastian’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple slightly moving.

"Are you seducing me?"

Eleanor said nothing, only gazing at him with pure, enticing eyes!

Suddenly, Sebastian, controlling his heavy breathing, looked away, speaking hoarsely: "If you’re afraid of restricting your freedom by appeasing my anger, there’s no need. It was just a lover’s relationship; I don’t care about the man in your heart, but I won’t allow you to call another man in my bed."

Sebastian was still angry, turning to leave.

The next moment, Eleanor tightly hugged him from behind, stopping him.

"Then don’t you want to hear who I actually called?"

Sebastian was pushed back onto the bed by Eleanor.

Seeing her pressed against his chest, he admitted he didn’t want to refuse her.

Only, he hadn’t expected that Eleanor, who resisted and refused him earlier, actually wanted to control him?

Eleanor actively tangled with Sebastian, kissing him.

She clearly understood that agreeing to be a lover meant she could not avoid sleeping with him.

Earlier, she was afraid he’d be too rough and hurt the baby by the sofa; now, taking the lead, she could control the intensity of their intimacy.

"Sebastian."

"Mm?"

Sebastian looked at her with a hoarse voice.