Since Dylan Wellington brought Skye Brown in, Gareth Williams has been observing coldly.
Skye Brown is very beautiful and attractive, even a picky man like Gareth Williams has to admit that this woman carries a highly contradictory charm that can make n deeply infatuated.
At first glance, she seems simply beautiful and gentle.
But upon a second look, there’s a trace of stubbornness and hardness in those gentle eyes.
Such an expression doesn’t belong to a woman who uses her beauty to serve others.
However, when you try to see more clearly, a sudden alluring smile flashes in her enchanting almond-shaped eyes.
Before you can see clearly, you find yourself ensnared by the mystery of this woman’s gaze.
Gareth Williams admits that he is indeed interested in such a woman.
Even though she seems too ’bold’, and has possibly experienced too much, unlike the ’pure’ won Gareth Williams usually deals with.
However—despite having intentions, Mr. Williams showed no apparent sign.
Every ti Dylan Wellington appears, this Mr. Wellington always brings so stunning enchantress to seduce him.
He sits calmly here, waiting—for this enchantress nad Skye Brown to make the first move.
Just as Gareth Williams was losing patience watching Mr. Holbrook ’tease’ Skye Brown, that charmingly complex woman finally started walking towards him.
Gareth Williams looked up, his eyes as cool and clear as Leslie’s shimring glass.
At such a close distance, he could clearly see the intoxicating sheen in Skye Brown’s eyes, see the allure of her flushed skin from drinking.
It can be said that this woman nad Skye Brown is more advanced than any woman Dylan Wellington has previously sent to seduce him.
In comparison, those before, including the one sitting beside him now who has clung to him all night, that woman nad Olivia Quinn, seed practically like a cheap inferior product.
Gareth Williams raised his dark eyebrows and said coldly, "Miss Brown, a pleasure to et you..."
Mr. Williams’s tone remained icy, as it always was towards these won.
Clearly courteous, seeming gentle and refined.
Yet, the words spoken, the actions taken, were so indifferent that they brought no hope whatsoever.
Like Olivia Quinn, who had co dressed to the nines, specifically changing into a dress for the occasion.
Originally, she wanted to hook up with Dylan Wellington, but upon arriving at the club and seeing Gareth Williams sitting alone among those greasy big shots, she imdiately fell for him completely.
Dylan Wellington is a charming playboy that one aspires to but knows they cannot hold onto.
Then Gareth Williams is a noble gentleman, gentle as jade, with good manners.
When won look at Dylan Wellington, they desire him and the wealth and fa they could get with him.
But any sensible woman would know, Mr. Wellington could never love them, nor could he give them a future.
However, when won look at Gareth Williams, it’s different; he appears gentle and low-key, making one want to get close.
Every woman close to Gareth Williams believes they can beco Mrs. Williams.
Unfortunately, what they don’t know is that Gareth Williams and Dylan Wellington are actually the sa.
They are essentially cold and selfish n.
They never easily fall for a woman.
So—now, Dylan Wellington glanced sideways at the woman who placed her hand on Gareth Williams’s chest.
A fleeting sharpness crossed his eyes.
Yet listening to Gareth Williams’s indifferent greeting, seemingly polite but filled with detachnt and coldness.
The heart that Dylan Wellington had raised when Skye Brown suddenly approached Gareth Williams could finally settle down.
The colder Gareth Williams behaved, the more it proved Skye Brown’s seduction had failed.
This ant, in the ga between him and Gareth Williams, he lost another round.
However, strangely, despite losing, a surge of comfort passed through Dylan Wellington’s heart—at this mont, he didn’t want to win at all.
Yet, Skye Brown’s next move made the curve that had just appeared at the corner of Dylan Wellington’s mouth flatten into a straight line.
Skye Brown’s soft, boneless hand slid across the hard, broad chest of Gareth Williams, her slender, soft fingers gradually entwining around the man’s tie.
Drunk and devoid of reason, acting purely out of petulance, Skye Brown coquettishly said, "Mr. Williams is so cold... is it because you don’t like Skye?"
A bold question, directed at Mr. Williams, and in front of Mr. Wellington!
Everyone broke into a cold sweat, expecting either Gareth Williams to push her away or for Skye Brown to lose face with Dylan Wellington’s disdain.
But in the next second—Gareth Williams directly reached out with his large hand, grabbing Skye Brown’s restless hand.
He pulled Skye Brown into his embrace and calmly said in a low, deep voice, "No, it’s because I like you too much, thinking about how to get you from Mr. Wellington and make you mine."
[This Chapter is long, 1400 words, making it 2 cents more expensive than usual, hugs~ see you tomorrow night at 6:00~]
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