"They actually kissed..."
"Could they really be a couple, in a secret marriage!!!"
"No wonder Mr. Wellington married her, this woman is stunning..."
Dylan Wellington held Skye Brown’s nape, continuously deepening the kiss.
Skye Brown dared to dress this way out here.
And she dared to openly ’flaunt herself’, pandering to other n—fine, since she wanted to attract attention, he would help her.
Let these people know whose woman she truly is!!!
A public kiss didn’t seem enough; Dylan Wellington even, in front of everyone, let his other large hand slide down, tightly gripping Skye’s waist.
Skye’s dress, a form-fitting cheongsam, already clung to her.
With Dylan holding her waist like this, as it tightened, her curvaceous lines beca even more apparent.
Many of the n around were stunned, unable to look away.
And those won who were secretly comparing themselves to Skye’s looks and figure saw her standing with Mr. Wellington, losing not an ounce of poise.
They could only inwardly sigh.
Such a Mrs. Wellington was indeed beyond their reach.
It seems that from now on, in Eastonia’s Vanity Fair and the most sought-after circles of the upper-class circle, there would be one less eligible bachelor.
After a long while, Dylan finally ended the kiss.
He held Skye’s chin and, unabashedly in front of everyone, lightly bit her lips, already kissed into disarray.
"Skye, you look alluring enough now. It’s a pity, but tonight’s plan went wrong... Now the whole world should know, from inside out, you are mine, Dylan Wellington’s. If you wish to use as a springboard to entice other n’s hearts, I advise you to restrain yourself."
"I’m warning you, stay obediently by my side and don’t attract undue attention..."
The man’s deep dark eyes flickered with a cold light.
Dylan Wellington’s signature seductive eyes were filled with mockery and disdain towards Skye.
He was warning Skye, forbidding her from imagining leaving his side.
This morning as they left ho, they were still in a cold war.
Skye had shown indifference and rejection towards the evening ball.
But in the blink of an eye, she showed up in this ’temptress-like seductive’ dress.
For the stark contrast in Skye’s behavior, Dylan automatically categorized it as having ulterior motives.
And with Mr. Wellington’s playboy mindset, he nearly instantly linked Skye’s actions with those of the won he’d seen before.
He naturally assud Skye realized it was hopeless to climb up through him and was unwilling to remain his mistress.
She was trying to use him as a stepping stone to enter high society and entice a duller man.
After all, she had had quite a few ’bed partners’ before.
The mont he thought of Skye once having other n, and that she dared to compare him with those n, even wanted to use him as a stepping stone—
Dylan’s fingers, holding her chin, couldn’t help but tighten bit by bit.
"Ouch... husband, you’re hurting ..." Skye winced slightly, teasing softly.
Yet she didn’t, as usual, raise her small wild cat-like claws as Dylan expected.
Instead, she drew in her slender arms, her right hand gently brushed across Dylan’s collar.
More boldly than Dylan’s public kiss, she tugged at his tie.
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