Capítulo 1988: Chapter 2000: Hah, Would Dylan Wellington Really Shalessly Chase After a Woman?
Skye Brown had just pointed at his nose, angrily scolded him in public, and declared she was breaking up with him. Dylan Wellington was slightly stunned.
The next second, a big hand reached out, catching Skye Brown, who was unconscious and falling to the side.
Mr. Wellington’s face was very solemn, extrely cold, yet his action of holding Skye Brown was incredibly gentle.
He lifted those unmatched seductive eyes and t the inquisitive gazes of the crowd, coldly saying: “The little girl, spoiled by , gets like this when drunk…”
The little girl… cough cough…
The crowd was bewildered; Miss Brown doesn’t look so small, right?
Moreover, after slapping Mr. Wellington in front of so many people, and pointing at his handso face while cursing… even like this, in the end, Mr. Wellington didn’t throw the drunken Skye Brown out; instead, he protected her in his arms.
Several businessn nearby, including the already drunk Mr. Holbrook, were so startled by this scene that they sobered up a bit.
Mr. Wellington’s care doesn’t look like sothing one would get ‘tired of’ anyti soon.
Considering this level of affection, Mr. Wellington likely won’t tire in the short term, and even in the long run, it might last longer than his past companions.
The crowd’s gaze involuntarily shifted to Gareth Williams, Mr. Williams, on the other side.
Unanimously sighing inwardly—alas, it seems this ti Mr. Williams will have to wait a good while for Mr. Wellington to let her go.
“Looks like we can’t discuss business today…” Dylan Wellington lifted the oblivious Skye Brown leaning against his arm, and carried her away.
He turned back, gazing at Gareth Williams with his exquisite seductive eyes glinting coldly: “Please, Mr. Williams, help send my staff back—”
Dylan Wellington’s gaze moved past Gareth Williams, landing on Olivia Quinn’s face, also drunk, behind him.
Dylan Wellington: “Mr. Williams has always been a gentleman; surely he will not refuse. Well then, I’ll take my leave…”
After speaking, Dylan Wellington picked up Skye Brown and left in broad strides.
Gareth Williams watched Dylan Wellington’s receding figure, his cold glass-like eyes slightly narrowed.
Although Dylan Wellington’s figure blocked the view of the drunken woman in his arms, enticing imagination with her posture.
Gareth Williams had long rembered Skye Brown’s delicate and lovely silhouette, and that unforgettable face.
Just as Dylan Wellington said, although Gareth Williams carried himself cleanly, he always maintained a gentlemanly deanor externally.
He turned, catching the similarly swaying Olivia Quinn.
Yet, facing the beauty in his embrace, the drunken little face was the one in his mind.
He… was deeply curious about that little woman sobbing and cursing.
Skye Brown… interesting… for the first ti, he found himself interested in a woman.
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Skye Brown felt as if she was enveloped in scorching lava, both hot and burning…
Her head felt like it was about to explode with pain, her limbs and bones seed to be broken and reassembled, simultaneously painful and exhausted, making her uncontrollably whimper.
The hangover was truly unpleasant; after downing such a big bottle of wine, even if it was fine at the ti, once the alcohol took effect, Skye Brown couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Mm… pain… so hot… uncomfortable…” On the big bed, Skye Brown, just fished out from the bathtub by Dylan Wellington, wrapped in his shirt and thrown under the covers, snuggled closer again.
Her soft body was rubbing against Dylan Wellington.
Whimpering while inching closer.
Skye Brown was very hot now, and Dylan Wellington’s body was the only cool and comfortable place.
Dylan Wellington furrowed his dark brows deeply, forcefully suppressing the tension in his lower abdon, pushing the muddled woman away again—
Skye Brown, this damn woman, had embarrassed him in front of so many people, and now wanted to use him for comfort!
Hmph, she wishes!
Mr. Wellington was resolute, pushing the woman to the side.
He was feeling resentful, clearly it was a deal they had agreed upon, yet in this drunken woman’s mouth, it beca ‘he’s a wolfhound, begging her to date’?
Ha, does Dylan Wellington stoop so low to chase after won?
[Finished updating, happy holiday to everyone! Kisses~ see you tomorrow night at 6:00~]
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