One Night Bride: Master Blackwood's Substitute Wife-Chapter 856: Master Blackwood Takes Ivy Kensington Away

The words in her mouth became increasingly offensive, igniting a blaze of anger in Sebastian Blackwood’s chest.

This damn woman, does she even realize that if he hadn’t arrived in time, she’d be lying in the middle of the road covered in blood by now!

Ivy Kensington pressed her lips tight under his scolding. She raised her head, her eyes filled with anger too: "Who are you to me, what right do you have to control me! Just take care of your own business!"

As soon as she spoke, she noticed a reddish mark on his throat, resembling a hickey.

Ivy felt it was an eyesore.

Such a busybody!

Retracting her gaze, she calmed down, "According to your request, I’ve apologized, and I’ve also cleaned up the villa. Now, Master Blackwood, you have no right to control what I do, do you?"

She said sarcastically, "My fiancé is still waiting for me to finish dinner, Master Blackwood, suit yourself!"

As her words fell, she turned to leave.

However, as soon as Sebastian heard the words "fiancé" from her mouth, he found it jarring!

This stupid woman, she doesn’t even know who her man is, yet she keeps saying Evan Lowell is her fiancé. In that case, today he’ll make her see clearly how that so-called "fiancé" of hers treats her!

"Come over here."

With a forceful grip on Ivy’s slender wrist, Sebastian pulled her into his arms, preventing her from leaving.

Ivy’s wrist turned red and ached from his hold, she struggled and said, "What are you doing, don’t touch me! I don’t want to go with you!"

He still carried a faint scent on him, hinting he had just come from another woman’s side.

For some reason, Ivy felt disgusted and even nauseated!

Countless women wanted to climb into his bed, but she certainly didn’t. This man was arrogant, always playing her, it was so annoying!

Furious, Ivy gritted her teeth. Taking advantage of him being unguarded, she bit hard on the fleshy part of his thumb.

"Let go..."

She murmured, but Sebastian’s handsome face remained iron-clad, showing no intention of letting go. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her slim waist, hoisting her up into his arms.

Now, Ivy struggled even more but couldn’t escape.

"Bastard, scumbag..."

She cursed angrily, yet before long, she found herself stuffed into a car. Sebastian instructed the driver on a destination, and the vehicle quickly drove off.

Exhausted, realizing resistance was futile, Ivy simply chose the spot farthest from him, leaning numbly against the car window.

Fine, let him take her wherever she didn’t care to argue anymore...

The atmosphere in the car was cramped and oppressive.

Neither of them spoke, an indefinable undercurrent surged within the compartment, causing the driver in front to break out in cold sweats.

For heaven’s sake!

He might as well hurry up and drive to the destination!

The driver said nothing else, his eyes fixed straight ahead as he picked up speed.

After more than forty minutes, the car came to a stop.

"Master Blackwood, we’re here."

The driver spoke nervously, while Sebastian cast an expressionless glance outside, then got out, opened the door and stooped down, his tall frame lowering, supporting one hand on the roof, his tone indifferent as he addressed Ivy: "Get out."

Ivy glared at him, unwilling to get out from his side, she opened her own door and disembarked.

She had just gotten out, hadn’t even steadied herself when the man circled to her side, grabbing her wrist once more.

"You’re hurting me..."

Ivy frowned, struggling slightly.

By then, Sebastian had already led her to a secluded large door.

"Master Blackwood!"