Chapter 444: Chapter 444: Don’t Make Me Hate You!
"Starving yourself to force my hand?"
Sebastian Blackwood’s voice was low, and Ivy Kensington pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
"Master Blackwood."
The servants below stood in a line, not daring to utter another word.
Sebastian glanced at the mess on the ground, his tone calm, "Take everything away, if she won’t eat, let her be."
When hungry, one will naturally look for food.
"Yes, Master Blackwood."
The servants quickly cleaned up the area and left with the dishes.
Ivy sat at the edge of the bed, looking at him with a headache, wondering what this man actually wanted!
"Sebastian Blackwood, you know, even if you confine me here, my heart won’t be here."
Her mind was filled with thoughts of Theodore Ford’s condition, and she missed Ronnie, Ginny, and Cody.
Sebastian curled his lips indifferently, "Oh, I know."
Even knowing that, he wouldn’t let her go.
Seeing his unyielding attitude, a feeling of despair gradually grew in Ivy’s heart. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with streaks of red.
"Sebastian Blackwood, don’t make me truly hate you."
Since deciding to fake a marriage with Ethan Ford, she really planned to let go of Sebastian Blackwood, neither loving him nor hating him, but just being indifferent, like strangers.
But now he had confined her here, leaving her unable to figure out what he really wanted.
Seeing the redness in her eyes, Sebastian felt a slight pain in his heart. He raised his hand, pinching her small face, "Do you really not want to be with me?"
Clearly, during the past half a month, he hadn’t annoyed her by hovering around.
Ivy slapped his hand away, unwilling to spare him another glance.
An atmosphere of silence enveloped the two of them.
"Master Blackwood."
Suddenly, Owen Rhodes stood at the door, knocking.
His face was heavy, clearly something major had happened.
"Get out." Ivy glared coldly at him, "Assistant Rhodes has business with you, I don’t want to see you either."
Hearing this, Sebastian just glanced at her deeply before striding out.
"What is it?"
Owen said urgently, "Master Blackwood, Arthur Blackwood has released information that you’re not biologically related to the Blackwood family. Plus, you haven’t returned to the group for some time, and now the entire group is in a state of panic, speculating if you’re about to be dismissed."
Sebastian’s dark eyes suddenly cooled down.
His main reasons for being on the private island were because of Ivy and to heal, while also flushing out anyone in the group with ulterior motives. Their current chaos played right into his plans.
His pale lips curled into a cold smile, "Ignore it."
He wanted to see what ripple Arthur Blackwood could create.
"Yes."
Owen nodded, then looked worriedly towards Ivy’s room.
Finally, he spoke, "Master Blackwood, Theodore Ford has been in a coma for more than half a month in the hospital. News just got out the day before yesterday that he might not have much time left. If Miss Kensington isn’t allowed to see him, and if something happens to Theodore Ford, Miss Kensington might..."
Really hate you.
Owen couldn’t quite finish the last few words, but Sebastian understood the implication.
Fingers idly rubbing, Sebastian said lightly, "Noted."
Which meant he still wouldn’t let Ivy go.
The next day.
Ivy lay in bed, unmoving. The maid who came in to clean the room thought she was still asleep and couldn’t help but whisper a conversation.
"Did you hear? The current CEO of The Ford Group, Theodore Ford, is dead!"
"The news was released last night; there’s no internet here, I only knew it from the news broadcast on the radio."