Just as he was about to drag back the woman in his arms who wanted to escape, to give her a good lesson, Dylan Wellington’s movents suddenly halted.
He lifted those empty yet still deep and mischievous almond-shaped eyes to ’look’ at Skye.
"Mrs. Wellington?"
"Yes, Mrs. Wellington." Skye nodded, "Don’t you want to marry , and instead want to remain as your unnad woman forever?"
Dylan Wellington: "..."
The man’s dark eyebrows furrowed, his hollow eyes revealing no emotion.
Skye softened her voice, speaking in a particularly pitiful tone, "Alright then, even if you want to be your woman in the shadows, I’ll accept it... Who told to love you now, it doesn’t matter even if I have no na or status."
After speaking, Skye proactively leaned her face onto Dylan’s shoulder, her soft and boneless body completely relaxed in his embrace.
Just as she said, she loves Dylan, and is willing to trust him wholeheartedly.
Even if... he doesn’t give her a title, she doesn’t mind.
Being proactively embraced by Skye’s warm delicate body, Dylan’s tall figure involuntarily tensed up for a mont.
He detected the grievance in Skye’s words; ever since they reconciled, he has been calling her ’wife’ every day.
But in reality, he has never given Skye a title.
With Mr. Wellington’s ’experience and wisdom’, he naturally knows Skye is ’playing the fool’, even retreating to advance.
Yet, Dylan just wants to pamper Skye, giving in to her playing the fool.
Other won playing the fool in front of him only seem fake and pretentious.
But when Skye acts coquettishly, plays the fool, or even tries little tricks with him, Dylan only wants to pull such a Skye into his arms, and love her fiercely.
Her soft voice speaking pitifully to him has beco a playful elent between lovers.
As for grievances, he definitely won’t let Skye suffer any.
Picking up the little woman curled pitifully in his arms, Dylan pinched her chin to peck her lips: "Silly girl, how could I let you remain without a title? Give two days to prepare, and in two days, I’ll take you back to Eastonia."
"Really?" Skye imdiately sat up from Dylan’s embrace.
She was just trying this trick casually.
Yesterday she called Lily, expressing her troubles, and Lily ’taught’ her this trick.
Lily said this trick works wonders on cold and indifferent n like Aidan Lucas.
To persuade Dylan Wellington, if hard doesn’t work, then try soft.
Initially, Skye didn’t believe it, after all, compared to the aloof Mr. Lucas, Dylan, the playboy, has seen plenty of things.
He’s likely seen more coquettish won and pitiful won than ten fingers can count.
However, after trying it out casually, the effect surprised Skye.
She really hadn’t expected that pretending to be pitiful and acting wronged would make Dylan change his mind.
He... he was previously so determined not to return to Eastonia to face everything.
"Of course it’s true." The man’s voice was husky, yet his sexy mischievous thin lips began to move downward along Skye’s rosy lips.
The slightly cool lips, carrying tempting pheromones, next second bit down on Skye’s round earlobe.
Skye shivered all over, almost crying out.
And Dylan, at the mont of Skye’s shudder, lifted her petite body entirely.
The man stood up, heading to the bedroom.
He murmured lowly by Skye’s ear: "Feed you, then we’ll go back... Mrs. Wellington, without satisfying Mr. Wellington, we can’t return to Eastonia."
Skye blushed, but to get Dylan to agree to return ho, she could only shyly bury her face into his broad chest.
Dylan Wellington, he really... is so unrestrained.
[Sorry for the 10-minute delay, the next Chapter will be around 19:30]
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