Lily naturally had no better solution.
She knew Dylan Wellington was right.
Indeed, as Skye Brown’s man, having Dylan Wellington lift Skye’s drug effect was the best solution.
But—
Just thinking about how Dylan Wellington lost Skye Brown.
And let her be in such danger, Lily felt sorry for Skye.
"The antidote is fine, just open a room upstairs. Once the drug effect wears off, I need to talk to Skye first and listen to her opinion before deciding anything."
Fearing Dylan Wellington would coerce Skye Brown, Lily arranged as much as possible for her bestfriend.
Even though she felt sorry for Dylan Wellington’s past sacrifices for Skye.
She also knew that Dylan Wellington no longer rembered Skye as he once did.
But none of this was a reason for him to hurt Skye now.
Dylan’s eyes narrowed slightly, saying nothing.
He simply carried Skye Brown and headed to the rooftop.
Before he entered, he had already arranged for his people to vacate the Presidential Suite on the top floor for his use.
...
Through the night’s intimacy, when dawn broke, Skye finally woke up, flailing from the difficult-to-escape depth of desire.
"Woke up so early? You were so tired last night... why not sleep a little longer."
When Skye opened her dazed eyes, what appeared before her was an unrivaled handso face.
She was slightly taken aback and said in astonishnt, "Dylan Wellington, you... why are you here..."
After saying this, Skye was shocked to realize she was not wearing anything.
And now, she was lying on the soft King-size Bed like this.
Dylan Wellington was also naked, lying on her soft delicate body.
Hugging her, with an expression of satisfaction savoring... mm...
He lifted his gaze, tightly staring at her with those deep almond-shaped eyes.
"What, you wished the one giving you the antidote was soone else?"
Under Dylan Wellington’s dark almond-shaped eyes, Skye’s face flushed.
"Ho-how could it be... I’m just surprised it was you."
Her mind was a bit chaotic, her last impression was feeling dizzy, about to be captured by others.
She thought she was definitely dood this ti.
"Actually, this is a question I should be asking. Mrs. Wellington, before I left, you were just fine at ho. How co in the blink of an eye, you were taken to the hotel, drugged, and almost beca soone else’s al?"
Abducted...
Ahem, this question, hmm.
Skye thought of Gareth Williams and the Brown family, her face flushed inexplicably, feeling a bit guilty.
But then she thought, it wasn’t right.
If it weren’t for Dylan Wellington’s arrogant mother coming to the villa, throwing a check at her face.
How would she leave!?
Thinking of this, Skye’s charming face sank: "Wasn’t it because your mother threw a check at . Mrs. Johnson gave thirty million to leave you."
"Thirty million?" Dylan’s deep seductive eyes darkened suddenly, he raised his hand to pinch Skye’s chin, "Just for thirty million, you’d leave ?"
"Or else... would I argue, hold onto Mrs. Johnson’s legs, cry, and stay? Doing so, not only would I not get a penny, eventually I’d be packed and thrown out of the villa by Mrs. Johnson."
"Instead of that, I’d rather take the check and leave. After all, technology is so advanced now, we can contact each other at any ti. If Mr. Wellington wants to find , he’ll still find . Just like now, right?"
She couldn’t tell Dylan Wellington she was certain he was not okay with other people.
She could only bluff a little.
"You..." Dylan’s gaze darkened, tightening his grip on her chin.
He knew Skye was speaking the truth, a rational course of action.
But this truth, this rational course of action, was exceedingly harsh to his ears.
"From now on, without my permission, don’t leave on your own." Dylan pinched her chin, giving her a heavy kiss.
Skye smiled, understanding it was Dylan’s possessiveness at play.
She did not resist, letting him wander and savor on her lips.
Until a mont later...
[Beyond 1200 words: Update complete, see you tomorrow night at 6:00~]
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