"Skye, you and Dylan Wellington, the two of you..."
"Beep beep beep... beep beep beep... beep beep beep..."
Lily’s words were not finished before a busy tone ca from the receiver.
Lily Redington’s beautiful almond eyes twitched slightly, staring blankly for half a second before suddenly realizing—
"Skye... you actually hung up on !!!"
Staring at the cell phone, Lily almost rolled her eyes.
She thought she was timid and avoided Aidan Lucas enough in the past, but compared to her best friend, she felt like a minor character.
In the past, every ti Dylan Wellington was ntioned, Skye’s automatic shutdown was one thing, but at least she could finish a sentence.
But this ti... Skye didn’t even let her finish her sentence and just hung up.
Lily mumbled, "Last ti I ntioned Dylan Wellington, she wasn’t so resistant... could Skye know sothing, did sothing trigger her?"
Feeling puzzled, Lily dialed a few more tis.
But each ti there was no answer, and later the phone was simply turned off...
Having no solution, Lily could only seek help from Aidan Lucas—only to find that Aidan Lucas was in a bad mood due to having his body taken over by Nathan Lucas II for a few days.
Upon seeing her, his black pupils glinted with a piercing light, and before Lily could finish speaking, he kissed her dizzy and threw her onto the big bed.
By the ti Lily realized it, it was already too late.
She let out a couple of yelps, only to be subsud by the man...
*
While Lily was being ’cherished’ by Aidan Lucas, in Eastonia, Skye was shutting off her cell phone, drawing the curtains, turning off the lights, and locking herself in the bedroom.
Earlier, she suddenly despised herself... loathed herself very much... very much...
She sat on the bed with her knees hugged, her mind flooded with the last look Ian Moore gave her in the car.
A distant and cold look... as if she were a stranger...
All she could hear was Lily’s unfinished sentence—’You and Dylan Wellington, the two of you...’
The two of them?
Them...
Skye was confused...
There was once a mont when she and Dylan Wellington could still be referred to as ’the two of you’ by others.
She used to be united with this man, and years later she thought she was strong enough to have moved on from her feelings for Dylan Wellington.
But eting him in person revealed how overconfident she had been.
At this mont now, Skye had to admit... damn, she was still in love with that man...
It was a kind of love that surpassed reason, clearly telling herself not to, yet her gaze would be unconsciously drawn to him, her emotions unconsciously pulled by him, even her heart... unconsciously drawn closer to him.
The irony was that Dylan Wellington didn’t want her at all.
He didn’t want her before, didn’t want her now, and wouldn’t want her in the future.
His gaze was alluringly sinister with indifference, a kind of inner distance that Skye was all too familiar with.
It was the sa look he used to give other won.
Skye gritted her teeth, unwilling to cry... but tears poured out uncontrollably...
She hugged her arms, her knuckles already white, as a surge of complex emotions overpowered her, reaching the pinnacle of self-loathing—
For being useless, still pining for Dylan Wellington up to now.
And for having pushed away Molly back then...
The night grew late.
Others had gone ho, with family, partners, children.
But she, Skye, was left all alone, long without family, without a partner, without a child...
Like a wounded little animal, she ran back to her small den, licking her wounds in solitude...
*
The next day, dawn broke.
A sliver of sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, spilling in and illuminating the previously serene and dark bedroom.
At this mont, after a night of muddled self-reflection, Skye suddenly stood up from the bed.
She drew open the curtains, washed her face in the bathroom, and then made an unexpected move.
Skye powered on her phone—calling Lily Redington...
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