"The title ’Miss Brown’ was for when she was unmarried. Now, she is Mrs. Wellington, my wife... Mr. Williams should address her as Mrs. Wellington."
Dylan Wellington suddenly tightened his large hand on Skye Brown’s waist, took half a step forward with his tall and slender body, and fully embraced Skye Brown into his arms.
This possessive action almost unmistakably told Gareth Williams.
This woman is mine, Dylan Wellington’s person—
As for others, stay as far away as possible, don’t even think about touching.
"Mrs. Wellington...?" Gareth Williams pressed his hand against his lips, smiling faintly.
His cold eyes, which harbored amusent, fell directly and unreservedly upon Skye Brown’s excessively charming face.
"Miss Brown, what I am about to say might be presumptuous, I hope you don’t mind. However, I’m doing this for Miss Brown’s good..."
Gareth Williams stepped forward, his gaze firmly entwined on Skye Brown’s face.
He was now extrely interested in this woman called Skye Brown.
In comparison to other won, Skye Brown’s dazzling eyes, seemingly containing thousands of stars when drunk, truly made others pale in comparison.
"Gareth Williams, I warn you—" Dylan Wellington’s deep, cold voice rang out.
The address to Gareth Williams had been directly changed from ’Mr. Williams’ to calling his na.
It was imaginable that what Gareth Williams was about to say had already provoked Dylan Wellington.
They were both standing in the main path of the banquet hall entrance.
Although, due to their identities, others dared not co over to greet or interject—but, people still gathered around, listening intently, wanting to know what these two most distinguished n in A City were arguing about.
"Mr. Williams, if you have sothing to say, just say it..." Skye Brown’s softly gentle voice, however, echoed after Dylan Wellington’s severe warning.
She tightened her grip on Dylan Wellington’s arm slightly, softly whispering by Dylan Wellington’s ear, "Darling, since Mr. Williams wants to speak, let him say it. Our relationship is so strong, are we really afraid of what others say..."
The sixth sense told her, what Gareth Williams was about to say would definitely not be pleasant.
Moreover, he had just deliberately hinted that it would be sothing uncomfortable, sothing presumptuous.
But now Skye Brown had a strong inner resilience.
Once she decides on a belief, she will stick to it till the end.
It was because of this that she dared to confidently appear holding Dylan Wellington’s hand.
Confidently standing here, ready to face all kinds of veiled attacks and criticisms.
"Miss Brown is indeed an interesting person." The amusent deepened in Gareth Williams’ eyes.
But the next second, his gaze instantly turned into icy coldness—
"Since Miss Brown has an attractive appearance and a fascinating soul, she truly is one in a million. Why bother deaning herself, staying next to Mr. Wellington? After all... people outside may not know and call you Mrs. Wellington. Yet, the Wellington family and Williams family, who doesn’t know, Miss Brown has yet to gain the elders’ approval from the Wellington family."
"In other words— the woman who has received the elders’ approval from the Wellington family, and is engaged to Mr. Wellington, preparing for the wedding, is my roommate, Mia. The eldest Miss Williams is the optimal choice that matches Mr. Wellington."
And she, Skye Brown...
The interest in Gareth Williams’ cold eyes beca even more intense.
He couldn’t wait, feeling an urge to possess this interesting woman.
...
"So Mr. Wellington and Miss Williams are a pair?"
"Yes, didn’t you know... I heard the rumor a long ti ago, saying they were matchmaking. Hearing Mr. Williams say that, now it’s confird they’re engaged, Miss Williams is the rightful fiancée..."
"If that’s the case, then what’s the deal with this Skye Brown?"
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