Dylan Wellington was sitting behind the desk; even seated, his figure remained tall and imposing.
His legs were crossed lazily, and his right hand was tapping on the desk, as if calculating sothing.
The computer in front of him was on, and by the side, the fax machine was steadily churning out pages densely packed with words.
The new fax machine worked quietly, so much so that Skye Brown hadn’t expected anyone to be sitting outside when she opened the door!
"Dylan Wellington, how dare you show up..."
Skye Brown forgot where she was now, and who was still asleep in the bedroom.
At the first glance of Dylan Wellington, every bit of her bristled like a threatened porcupine, ready to scare away this terrifying enemy.
She had imagined countless tis the words she would say the next ti they t.
She would calmly treat Dylan Wellington as a stranger, regardless of whether he was alone or with soone on each arm, she would no longer let him stir even the slightest ripple in her heart.
Countless rehearsals, countless practices in front of the mirror.
Skye Brown never intended to make Dylan Wellington regret, nor did she want him to fall to his knees in repentance upon seeing her.
All she wanted was not to be beneath him.
Just not to make him think that without him she lived poorly, desolate and defeated.
She wanted to tell Dylan Wellington that even without him, she, Skye Brown, was still living well.
But—
All the expectations and practices were disrupted by that inexplicable drunkenness last night.
All the grace, elegance, and calm she had painstakingly prepared were ended by this man who, after three years apart, had spent their first eting in bed!
How could she not be angry, calm—impossible!
If it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t want to have any more dealings with this playboy, irresponsible man, Skye wished she could pounce on him and bite him!
"Why wouldn’t I dare?" Dylan Wellington sat at the desk, raising an eyebrow.
In his mischievous, indulgent eyes, there was a flicker of enigmatic light.
The mont Skye Brown walked out of the door, his gaze clung to her body, from head to toe—that pair of seductive eyes, almost like an X-ray, scanning the woman before him comprehensively.
This surprised Dylan Wellington greatly.
He was always passionate but also indifferent, rarely did any woman stay in his heart.
But Skye Brown seed to be quite different.
Last night not only stirred a part of him that was usually calm but also made him keenly aware now, with just a glance, he could almost automatically ignore the clothes she was wearing.
As if having a vision ability, there was no need to remove the clothes that were shielding her, Dylan Wellington could, from mory, perfectly picture the graceful, curvaceous figure beneath her clothes.
"Ahem..." The man coughed lightly to cover his awkwardness.
He then casually shifted his sitting position, crossing his right leg over his left, to hide a certain noticeably raised spot.
Dylan Wellington’s fine-looking seductive eyes casually flicked towards Skye Brown: "You took Molly away just to catch my attention. Now, as you wished, I’m here—"
"Director Brown, I always thought that in the entertainnt circle, only those stars who wanted to beco famous would climb into beds, offer themselves, but it turns out... even you directors are so ambitious. However, your skills aren’t bad, last night I was very satisfied. I don’t mind giving you a boost, a woman like you who knows how to please."
[Holding my hat, update complete~ See you tomorrow night at 6:00~ Writing two books together is truly exhausting, reaching the limit of ten thousand words per day, sob~]
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