"That was an accident with Norman York..."
It was just because Norman York was avoiding the paparazzi and his grandparents happened to live across from her, which caused the accident.
Skye Brown instinctively wanted to explain, but the words hadn’t left her mouth when Dylan Wellington’s cold and ruthless tone blocked them in her throat.
"I don’t care if it was an accident, I only look at the outco—Skye, if you want to disgrace yourself by flirting with other n, that’s none of my business, but you can’t drag Molly into this ss. Molly is the young lady of the Wellington family, my daughter, a person of high status—you have no idea what a great humiliation it is for her to have her face appear in such a scandal!"
Dylan Wellington’s large hand tightened abruptly on Skye Brown’s jaw.
Those seductive eyes, tinged with a cool darkness, had a mix of light and shadow, making it hard to discern whether they reflected more concern for Molly Wellington or anger over Skye Brown appearing on the front page with another man as a family of three.
Disgraceful?!
Skye Brown’s watery almond-shaped eyes flashed with a peculiar light at the sa ti.
She didn’t notice Dylan Wellington’s expression, didn’t notice the emotions buried deep in his eyes; she only noticed his choice of words that slipped from his mouth.
Disgraceful!!!
Dylan Wellington actually said she was disgraceful!!!
Skye Brown’s anger burned fiercely within her; she pushed him forcefully, "Move away—what happened with Molly is my fault, I apologize. But right now, I don’t want to see you, step aside, I want to leave here!"
She didn’t know if Dylan Wellington beca so vile after losing his mory, or if he was always this vile, just never showing this side to her before.
But now, the Dylan Wellington in front of her made Skye extrely dislike him.
He was so disrespectful, how could he say such things—
Unfortunately, even though Skye Brown practiced Taekwondo, compared to Dylan Wellington, she was still slightly weaker in strength.
Her hand barely touched his chest to push him when Dylan Wellington pressed down, his weight easily pinning Skye back onto the bed.
Dylan Wellington pressed down on Skye, both of them just having finished that kind of act and not yet having dressed, feeling each other’s presence clearly.
Skye Brown’s bright almond-shaped eyes trembled slightly, turning to the side.
But Dylan Wellington wouldn’t let her escape, his slightly rough fingertips gently stroked her chin, turning her face straight.
"Apologies... ha, the cheapest thing in this world is an apology. Skye, I said before, since this matter was caused by you, you have to atone. Atone to Molly, atone to ... Didn’t you just ask sharply about the terms of our agreent? Fine, I’ll tell you now."
Dylan Wellington’s gaze was icy and unrestrained, as he laid down the ’rules’ for Skye, his fingertip gently rubbing her already red and swollen lips.
"Given this series of troubles you caused, our deal changes. To clean up your ss, I’m forced to hold a press conference, you should know the content of that conference very well. From now on, you must play your role according to what I’ve told the reporters. Until the heat of this incident dies down and I find a suitable replacent, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what...?" Skye caught onto the implication in Dylan Wellington’s words, finally narrowing her eyes to look directly at him.
Dylan Wellington curled his lips into a wicked smile, "Otherwise, you’ll forever be my public Mrs. Wellington, but in private—a Mistress."
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