CHAPTER 738: CHAPTER 738: IVY KENSINGTON CONFESSES

Might as well change the approach, even if Warren Yorke finds out it was her, regrets it, the deed is done, and at least she could make a lot of money.

So, she helped the person to the room and immediately swapped clothes with Ivy Kensington. Warren Yorke was anxious about this matter and didn’t notice at all that the person who left earlier was Ivy Kensington!

Realizing he was tricked, Warren Yorke was utterly furious.

"Bitch!"

Once again, tricked by Ivy Kensington!

Warren Yorke wanted to burst out, but with the police all here, he couldn’t even if he wanted to, and could only meekly line up with the people outside.

Those residing in the hotel tonight were mostly called out.

Deep in the corridor, a man’s tall figure stood, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the people in the hallway.

"Master Blackwood, thank you for your report, it’s a strong support for our anti-prostitution work!"

The police captain said earnestly, thinking Master Blackwood was a cold and unapproachable man, yet unexpectedly, he was so enthusiastic. From now on, if anyone dared to call Master Blackwood cold-blooded, he would be the first to refute!

Sebastian Blackwood squinted his eyes slightly, swiftly scanning around.

Warren Yorke came out, from his entry to the arrival of the police, probably hadn’t managed to do anything...

Unexpectedly, the person following Warren Yorke out wasn’t Ivy Kensington!

Sebastian Blackwood was taken aback.

If not Ivy Kensington, then where did she go?

His sharp brows furrowed deeply, Sebastian Blackwood felt inexplicably restless.

Just then, his pant leg was gently tugged, his eyelid twitched, he glanced down to see the fine white fingers of a woman.

Ivy Kensington squatted on the floor, clearly having just come out from the adjacent stairway upon hearing the commotion.

"Sebastian Blackwood..."

She called him in a low voice, her cheeks flushed red from the effects of medicine.

Ivy Kensington was painfully suppressing it.

She guessed there was something in the drink Warren Yorke gave her, but didn’t expect it to be so potent. Her whole body felt like it was put on a furnace, burning fiercely, as if her blood was about to explode.

"I feel terrible..."

She lifted her eyes, looking at him pitifully, with a hint of innocence and plea.

Sebastian Blackwood lowered his gaze, caught off guard by the woman’s gaze, momentarily unresponsive, frozen on the spot.

Within these few seconds, Ivy Kensington released her grip on his pant leg, supported herself against the wall, and slowly stood up.

The temperature on her body remained high, yet she lightly leaned against him, feeling much more comfortable.

"Sebastian Blackwood, can you help me, please..."

This was the first time Ivy Kensington presented herself in such a vulnerable manner before him.

Pitiful, weak.

It was a side Sebastian Blackwood didn’t expect at all.

But he just stood there, without any movement.

Ivy Kensington’s eyes slightly reddened, she tiptoed, raised her arm to encircle the man’s neck, then gently touched his lips with hers.

A sensation of heart palpitation instantly spread from their lips.

Sebastian Blackwood suddenly clenched his fist, the veins on his forehead pulsed violently.

Seeing he didn’t dodge, Ivy Kensington’s acidic feeling from these days eased a bit, and she murmured softly, "You don’t really hate me, do you..."

These past days, watching his indifference, she realized how important Sebastian Blackwood was in her heart.

She couldn’t accept his disregard for her.

Nor could she accept his concern for Sylvia Sterling.

Though Claire Crowley used to cling to him, he never gave her a second glance.

But his attitude towards Sylvia Sterling was very different.

Ivy Kensington felt it, thinking about these things silently, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat wronged, and with a questioning tone said, "Do you really like Doctor Sylvia and not me anymore?"