Skye Brown and Dylan Wellington spent several days in this small villa, and Dylan’s condition finally seed to be getting better.
He seed to gradually walk out of the shadows, and being with Skye brought more smiles to his face compared to the past.
That day, as usual, Skye was curled up on Dylan’s lap, allowing him to hold her and talk.
Since reconciling with her, Dylan couldn’t seem to let her go, always holding onto her.
No matter where they went, he preferred to carry her.
Skye couldn’t even rember how long it had been since her feet last touched the ground.
Curled up in Dylan’s arms, the woman wrapped her arms around his neck. Skye kissed Dylan’s unbelievably handso face and said, "Husband... can we go back ho? I kind of miss Molly and Allen."
It wasn’t just a little bit; she missed them a lot.
But Skye didn’t dare to make it too obvious, because she realized that Dylan, who had regained her, seed even more easily jealous than before.
At least in the past, he wasn’t so jealous of Molly.
But a few days ago, she had rely ntioned Molly and Allen, and Dylan had pinned her to the bed, teasing her all day.
Not only did he tease Skye until her waist and legs were sore, but she was also quite startled.
She couldn’t help but wonder if Dylan had been pampered too well these days... Otherwise, how would he have so much energy to burn?
"Wife, if you have ti to think about them, it ans I haven’t satisfied you enough, hmm?"
Sure enough, Dylan’s way of thinking was different from others.
Upon hearing Skye’s words, his large palm naturally slipped under her top, caressing her smooth, delicate skin.
With his other hand, he lifted her chin, moving back and forth between her lips with deliberate kisses.
"It seems I haven’t ’done’ enough... otherwise, how could you have ti to think about other things."
"Mmm... mmm... Dylan, wait a second..." Skye was tickled all over by Dylan’s forceful and domineering actions, but she still fought hard against the strange thoughts in her mind, trying to stay clear-headed.
"Those aren’t other things, they’re Molly and Allen... our daughter and son. Allen was born and you haven’t..."
"No, I don’t want to see them now. I only want you, wife..." The man domineeringly sealed Skye’s mouth, kissing away all her words.
The way he was now, only Skye was allowed to see, and he only wanted to accept her.
As a father, he hoped to always leave only the most dignified image in Molly and Allen’s hearts.
There’s no denying that while Dylan accepted Skye, he only opened his heart to her alone.
Others, no matter who they were, seed unable to enter his heart.
Dylan’s kisses traveled from Skye’s lips downward, kissing her collarbone, fragrant shoulders, neck... and certain places.
Skye was about to completely surrender in Dylan’s arms; she barely managed to regain so sense.
"Dylan... wait a mont... hold on... let ask you a question... hiss..."
Sowhere, tornted by Dylan, Skye couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.
She was really going insane from being tornted by this exasperating guy!
"Dylan, listen to !" Skye’s teeth chattered lightly, biting her lips as she cupped his face buried deep in her heart.
"Wait a mont, listen to ..." Skye’s pair of almond-shaped eyes shimred, filled with a bewitching glint.
If Dylan weren’t blind and could see her now, he probably wouldn’t have let her finish her sentence before taking her right there.
Seizing the mont when his breath was slightly uneven, Skye hurriedly continued, "If you’re not going back, do you intend to let follow you without a na or title for a lifeti? Then... you’re not planning to let take that position of Mrs. Wellington?"
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