Dylan Wellington descended from the lounge upstairs, encountering many won eager to get close to him along the way.
But tonight, Mr. Wellington made it clear he wasn’t interested in flirting with these won.
Usually, Dylan Wellington had an unrestrained charm that accepted beauty without hesitation, but tonight, he restrained those seductive eyes that could be considered a dangerous allure.
With an indifferent gaze and cold features screaming "keep your distance," he walked past the beauties trying to initiate conversation.
Noticing Mr. Wellington’s somber mood tonight, so couldn’t help but speculate.
"It seems the rumors are true; Mr. Wellington indeed had a secret marriage long ago, with that female director Skye Brown!"
"Of course, it’s true. Didn’t you watch the press conference? Mr. Wellington admitted it on the spot in front of so many reporters."
"Of course, I watched it. How else would I know the woman’s na is Skye Brown? But I originally thought Mr. Wellington was just lying..."
Everyone knows Dylan Wellington is notorious for being a playboy and doesn’t want to marry.
Now, suddenly there’s a Mrs. Wellington; no one wants to believe it, regardless of who it is.
"I was just like you, thinking Mr. Wellington was lying... But look at Mr. Wellington’s expression today, so cold and distant, it’s terrifying. I reckon that woman might not have been his willing choice; she might have used so unsavory tactics. If it weren’t for making headlines with the Wellington family’s little princess, Mr. Wellington wouldn’t have co forward to clarify. Now forced to admit it, everyone in Eastonia knows he’s married. A playboy like him certainly can’t smile anymore..."
One woman analyzed, and the others all expressed agreent.
Looking at Mr. Wellington again, their glances were filled with sympathy and envy.
A publicly recognized high-quality bachelor, a diamond bachelor, was secretly married off by another woman—they all hoped Mr. Wellington would soon tire of that woman, giving them a chance.
At that mont, a sudden commotion erupted at the end of the corridor.
Many guests, not yet entered, were standing in small groups chatting outside the banquet hall. When they saw the woman who suddenly appeared, they couldn’t help but let out exclamations of surprise.
"Who, who is that?"
"I haven’t, haven’t seen her before... Have you?"
"I haven’t seen her either... Such a beautiful woman, if I had seen her, how could I resist asking for her na!"
Guests outside the banquet hall were gradually becoming dumbfounded.
From the end of the corridor to the entrance of the banquet hall, from afar to near, every guest who looked up at the newcor showed an amazed expression.
The woman wore a simple black dress. Although it was the most conservative color and the most ordinary style, she wore it with a unique charm.
Skye Brown indeed put so thought into her appearance.
Though she intended to appear elegantly, as a director, she has her own unique aesthetic and doesn’t need to adorn herself with all sorts of chaotic colors.
Black is always the most classic, the most reliable, but also the most sensual and alluring color.
Skye Brown wore a form-fitted, qipao-style long dress.
At first glance, it might seem conservative, but upon closer inspection, with every slight sway and turn of her hips, the dress, tailored with black gauze and superior silk, unabashedly showcased her graceful curves.
Not just the enticing chest, but also the snugly-wrapped curvaceous hips.
Not to ntion, the very strategically placed high slit at the thigh.
With each step Skye Brown took, her long, straight leg lines and the fair, alluring skin would be faintly revealed.
Black and white, conservative and sensual, are only a hair’s breadth apart.
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