Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 187: Hard to Soothe! He’s Like a Jealous Husband

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Hard to Soothe! He’s Like a Jealous Husband

"Sebastian Ford..."

Eleanor Valerius wasn’t trying to say anything; she was simply calling out to him.

Their intimacy was a mutual understanding.

The bedroom lights were off, with only the bathroom light casting from behind.

Sebastian Ford just watched Eleanor’s shy demeanor, listening to her repeatedly call his name.

"Mm, I hear you."

"Sebastian Ford..."

In Eleanor Valerius’s world, all she saw and felt was Sebastian Ford.

...

Eleanor lay on Sebastian’s chest, catching her breath.

At this moment, Sebastian held her tight, his eyes filled with an insatiable greed.

Eleanor was too exhausted to continue, yet it seemed Sebastian wasn’t satisfied.

With a hoarse voice interspersed with kisses, he whispered in her ear.

"Be good, one more time for me."

He was unsure if she would refuse.

Eleanor’s eyes were hazy with desire, her arms around his neck, she softly said, "Gentle, please."

With her consent, Sebastian’s kisses turned indulgent, as if cherishing a beloved treasure.

...

The next day, in the morning.

Eleanor Valerius woke up leaning on Sebastian Ford’s chest.

Thankfully, she refrained from excess last night, so her waist and legs ached mildly without other discomfort.

Sebastian was already awake, holding Eleanor not wanting to get up, but when he realized she was awake, he feigned indifference and got up.

"Master Ford..."

Eleanor almost immediately sat up with him.

Though still weary, she looked at him with sleepy eyes, her long, soft hair disheveled on her shoulders.

"Wait for me, I want to go to the office with you."

Sebastian stood by the bed and turned back to see her adorable, sleep-worn appearance. Bewildered, he momentarily lost focus, easily pleased by her reliance.

Eleanor assumed his silence was refusal.

"You said you wouldn’t restrict my freedom, and I’m not sneaking around. Going to the office with you ensures Regina Jennings won’t suspect anything. You’re busy, and I doubt you want to only see me at home. I’ll be a very considerate lover."

Eleanor openly shared her thoughts with Sebastian, almost as an act of allegiance and flattery.

Upon hearing this, Sebastian furrowed his brows.

Despite her compliance aligning with his wishes, he inexplicably felt dissatisfied.

Was a two-month arrangement as lovers too brief?

...

Sebastian brought Eleanor back to the office.

The elevator reached the top floor.

Eleanor dressed in an ivory business suit, followed him, her heels clicking as she stepped into the office.

The secretarial staff glanced sideways.

Recently, there had been whispers about Assistant Valerius potentially being dismissed by Mr. Ford.

They eagerly eyed her position, only to see Assistant Valerius return triumphantly.

In the morning, Mason Monroe was briefing the work matters.

Sebastian sat behind the desk, glancing at Eleanor seated opposite, leafing through the recent company reports.

For some reason, just having her in his sight soothed his usual irritation.

Mason also noticed Mr. Ford’s improved mood. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Indeed, Miss Valerius was Mr. Ford’s emotional stabilizer.

His work atmosphere shouldn’t be so daunting now.

"Assistant Monroe, could you provide me with the detailed information on these two projects? I want to be responsible for their follow-up."

As Eleanor voiced the latter part of her request, her gaze met Sebastian’s for approval.

So she returned to the office with ambitions to advance her career and earn money?

Sebastian closed his eyes in agreement, indulging Assistant Valerius quite a bit.

As long as Eleanor’s ambitious target was himself, attempting to calculate with bold frankness, he seemed to accept it.

In the office, Eleanor scarcely left Sebastian’s side.

The roles of assistant and lover weren’t explicitly separated.

After lunch.

Sebastian had an international video conference.

Eleanor sat on the sofa, lulled by his deep voice, drifting off into a doze.

During pregnancy, caffeine was off-limits, coupled with insufficient sleep last night.

Her consciousness slipped away, curling up asleep in a corner of the sofa.

Suddenly, Sebastian’s deep gaze fell upon her.

He didn’t want to lose control; he didn’t want to treat her too well.

But Eleanor, with her obedience who could soothe away his resistance from the night before, made him soften.

At this moment, Sebastian, holding his tablet, walked over.

Sitting beside Eleanor, he draped his large suit jacket over her curled-up body.

Unconsciously, his big hand gently stroked her hair.

The noon break was warm and romantic.

Until, Mason knocked and entered saying, "Mr. Ford, Lawyer Lowell has arrived with documents from the Sinclair Family for you to sign."

The mention of Damian Lowell’s name was practically a trigger for Sebastian’s emotions.

Coincidentally, Eleanor woke up at this moment, and Sebastian’s gaze on her turned dark and dangerous.

"Heh, your childhood friend sure is devoted."

Uttering this line, Sebastian was angry at himself.

His possessiveness twisted by jealousy, especially regarding Eleanor’s relationship with Damian Lowell.

Even after claiming her body last night, he felt that it wasn’t enough!

Eleanor, still resting by Sebastian’s legs, blinked lazily, saying, "Assistant Monroe just mentioned, it’s Lawyer Lowell here to see Mr. Ford, nothing to do with me. If you’re upset, I can avoid him."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, "Reverse psychology?"

"No, I’m serious~."

Stretching her arm over Sebastian’s long legs, Eleanor leaned back to gaze at him, her smile inscrutable.

...

At this moment, Damian Lowell waited outside the office.

If not for his better judgment, he wished to charge in, fearing Sebastian might hide Eleanor away.

Last night, reaching out to Chloe, she’d said her sister didn’t want to be disturbed and had sent her back.

He didn’t believe it; he worried Eleanor was being coerced by Sebastian.

Until, the office door opened.

The one standing behind it was Eleanor.

Seeing her, Damian’s eyes filled with undisguised tender emotions.

"Eleanor, are you alright?"

"Good afternoon, Lawyer Lowell."

Eleanor’s smile was all business.

Behind her, Sebastian’s intense gaze wound around her like an expansive net.

She chose to be the prey, neither struggling nor resisting.

"Mr. Ford is waiting inside for you, please come in."

Eleanor didn’t want last night’s misunderstanding to implicate Sebastian; she was not deliberately avoiding suspicion.

But that’s not how Sebastian saw it.

To him, Eleanor’s feigned indifference appeared as a cover-up.

He couldn’t help but question Eleanor’s feelings for Damian, like a jealousy-crazed, resentful partner!