"Don’t want to see...Why does he get to say he doesn’t want to see and that’s it? I insist on seeing him!"
Skye Brown didn’t pay any attention to Tom Nelson’s troubled expression and bypassed him to head towards the master bedroom where she had been entangled with Dylan Wellington last night.
However, when she arrived at the bedroom door and tried to push it open, she found that it was locked from the inside.
Skye Brown: "!!!"
"Miss Brown, after Mr. Wellington sent you out this morning, he locked himself inside. Until now, he hasn’t seen anyone, not even for breakfast... I, I tried to persuade him and knocked, but it didn’t work. Could you..."
Tom Nelson appeared to be following Dylan Wellington’s orders, but in reality, he was worried about him in every way.
He was really afraid that if Mr. Wellington angered the young lady like this... whoops, that if he angered the Young Lady, she would leave again.
Tom Nelson had been prepared.
If the Young Lady turned to leave upon hearing Mr. Wellington’s words, he would imdiately drop to his knees and hug her leg, crying.
He would say whatever was needed to make her stay.
Upon hearing Tom Nelson’s report, Skye Brown felt even more heartbroken.
As for Dylan Wellington’s eyes, she knew without even asking what had happened.
He had donated his corneas for Allen; he... he’s in such a state, yet he’s not eating!
Does he not want to live well anymore?
After being harshly spoken to and pushed away coldly by Dylan, Skye would never leave in disappointnt like she used to.
Because she knew that Dylan Wellington’s world was already in darkness.
And she is his only light.
"Tom Nelson, go find sothing for ..."
Facing the tightly closed door, Skye Brown felt it was like Dylan Wellington’s sealed heart.
Even after what happened last night, he still wouldn’t open his heart to her.
Fine, if he won’t co out, then she will go in!
*
Sinking into the sofa, in the pitch-black room, exiling himself, Dylan Wellington heard noises outside the door.
He was determined never to see Skye again.
Last night, she was as beautiful as in his dreams.
So dreamy, so enchanting, drawing him in, deeply imrsed.
Even though he couldn’t see anything, his large hands sliding over her smooth, glistening skin were enough to make him feel her beauty.
She was still very young, with stunning looks and a graceful figure, with beautiful prospects ahead of her.
There are many n willing to love her and be good to her.
She doesn’t deserve to be burdened by soone useless like him.
Sure enough, after listening intently for a while, Dylan noticed there was no sound of Skye speaking outside anymore.
Did she give up and leave?
It must be...
He had spoken harsh words, even avoided her after being with her, considering Skye’s fiery personality, she must hate this version of him deeply now.
Hate , hate is good...
Hate is better than love...
Just as Dylan Wellington was dwelling on his and Skye’s past, those beautiful mories that had now turned into unreachable pain...
A loud, clear female voice suddenly rang out from outside the villa.
"Dylan Wellington, you won’t take responsibility... Dylan Wellington, you slept with and won’t acknowledge it! You had the guts to sleep with , you have the guts to open the door!"
"Dylan Wellington, you won’t take responsibility... Dylan Wellington, you slept with and won’t acknowledge it! You had the guts to sleep with , you have the guts to open the door!"
"Dylan Wellington, you won’t take responsibility... Dylan Wellington, you slept with and won’t acknowledge it! You had the guts to sleep with , you have the guts to open the door!"
Each repetition of the voice was louder and clearer, transmitted through the loudspeaker from the courtyard behind the villa.
The huge volu not only allowed Dylan Wellington to hear it, but also made it clear to the residents of the small town down the mountain.
Skye Brown was all out this ti. She didn’t just get Tom Nelson to help her find a loudspeaker, she also brought in two large outdoor speakers.
Imitating "Aunt Sophie," she repeated the above words in both Chinese and English, like a tape recorder.
Yes, Dylan Wellington couldn’t see, and he was hiding.
But why was he hiding?
Why was he hiding and still wanted her to leave?
Because Mr. Wellington is a very, very proud man.
He’s used to being high and mighty, he simply can’t accept outsiders knowing his current plight.
Similarly, not acknowledging having slept with a woman—even in this remote small town, Mr. Wellington wouldn’t want people to know.
Sure enough, Skye hadn’t been shouting downstairs for long before the closed window on the second floor of the villa opened.
"Skye, shut up—" Dylan Wellington’s irritable and cold voice ca through the window.
Being unable to see anything, Mr. Wellington thought Skye was standing in the courtyard shouting at this mont.
However, he didn’t know.
Skye wasn’t standing in the courtyard at all.
She was on the ladder Tom Nelson had found for her, which was leaning against the side of the window of Dylan Wellington’s room.
As Dylan opened the window, Skye stood on the ladder, threw her arms around his neck, and lunged forward.
"Ahhh... Dylan Wellington, catch , if you let go I’ll fall!" With that, Skye kicked over the ladder beneath her feet.
[Beyond 1400 words: Can’t write more in 4 updates, this Chapter’s a bit long~ see you tomorrow at 6:00]
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