Adelyn’s soul shuddered for a mont at the sudden shift in the air.
Fortunately, it didn’t take long for her to realize the cause.
Her eyes t with Dylan’s, and the way those deep blue-amber irises revealed everything.
He didn’t say a word, yet she could clearly read the accusation in his gaze —one that seed to rise from deep resentnt.
Seeing him like that, Adelyn’s nerves nearly twisted in panic. She quickly spoke before the misunderstanding could deepen.
"Don’t misunderstand my words, Mr. Warren," she said hurriedly. "What I ant is that I had never truly considered being with you ... for real. To , you were soone unattainable. How could I even dare to dream of being with you?"
"But after you agreed to be with ... I am delighted. It almost feels like a dream co true."
Another lie.
Her fingers tightened within the curl of her fists.
She didn’t know why she chose to lie again, but she simply couldn’t stop herself. The words slipped out before she could restrain them.
And now that the lie had already been spoken, there was no turning back.
Closing her eyes briefly, she allowed herself one fleeting mont of regret.
anwhile, when Dylan heard her explanation, the malice in his eyes slowly faded, transforming into sothing that resembled faint amusent.
"Is that so?" he asked, sounding suddenly interested in hearing more.
Adelyn opened her eyes and looked at him. For a second, she seed dumbfounded, but the next mont she nodded quickly.
"Of course. After all, you are the cream of the crop —desired by man, pursued and admired everywhere. How could I possibly compare to the exceptional won who must have chased after you before ?"
She had never used flattery before, but around him she found herself doing things she never imagined.
Can she be even more shaless?
Dylan’s lips curved slightly at the corner, forming a subtle smirk. He glanced at her once before turning and walking back toward the couch.
Sitting down, he shook his head lightly.
"You are different from all of them, Ms. Grace."
Adelyn was montarily speechless.
Was she?
"How?" she asked before she could stop herself.
The mont the words left her lips, regret flickered through her mind, but once again it was too late.
So, she simply stared at him, waiting for his answer.
Dylan didn’t reply imdiately. Instead, he seed to savor the mont before finally saying in a deadpan tone,
"They never succeeded. You did."
She was speechless again.
It was understandable that she had been flattering him to save herself in this situation.
But why was he doing the sa?
Flattering her —returning the favor.
Adelyn suppressed a self-mocking scoff,
"What other requests do you have, Ms. Grace?" Dylan reminded her calmly.
Her brows furrowed slightly. After pondering for a mont, she carefully rearranged her thoughts and made a decision —one that might allow her to regain so control of the situation.
"Yes," she finally said.
However, instead of speaking imdiately, she walked over and settled into the single-seater couch beside him.
Once seated, she t his gaze. Her fingers tighten against her palm.
Steeling her confidence, she began,
"Actually, Mr. Warren ... I have barely had any romantic entanglents in the past. The ones I did have never taught enough to truly understand what love is."
She paused, silently reviewing her words before continuing.
"So even though I feel sothing towards you ... sothing quite strong ... I can’t be certain whether it’s truly love or just a complicated form of attraction. I hope you can give so ti to figure out what’s in my heart."
"After all," she continued, "what I firmly believe is that unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s simply a waste of ti. I never truly want to settle for the diocrity in life —especially when it cos to love."
"So you want mad, passionate, extraordinary kind of love?" he asked, tapping his fingers thoughtfully as if analyzing her and her words before making a decision.
Adelyn smiled awkwardly.
If she were being honest, she wasn’t even interested in the idea of love right now.
The words she had just quoted were sothing she had once seen while scrolling through Instagram.
But still ... if forced to answer, she supposed she did want the kind of extraordinary love that would make it impossible for her to walk away.
Not once.
Not twice.
But every single ti.
"I’m not expecting anything, Mr. Warren," she said, trying to keep things simple so that her words wouldn’t beco another trap later. "I only want ti to understand my feelings for you. Until then, we can simply stay in a relationship without thinking too much about the future."
"And isn’t living in the present always better? That way we won’t have to worry about what might happen tomorrow."
Even she wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking for.
She only wanted to leave a door open for herself.
So that one day, when the opportunity appeared, she could walk away.
Dylan’s jaw ticked, though his composure never visibly faltered. He remained seated comfortably on the couch, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the rich velvet.
Seconds passed.
And with each passing mont, Adelyn’s anxiety grew stronger.
Just when her patience was about to snap, he finally moved.
Nodding once, he said,
"Okay."
"Okay?" she repeated, almost in disbelief. "You agreed again, Mr. Warren?"
She suddenly wondered whether the rumors about him being difficult had been exaggerated.
Otherwise, why would he seem so easy to deal with?
"As long as you remain sincere to your words, Ms. Grace," replied calmly, "I don’t mind following your wishes."
However, deep within his eyes, sothing unfurled —sothing fierce that seed ready to break free.
"I will be sincere. Of course I will," Adelyn said quickly before rising to her feet and stepping away. For the first ti entering the room, her nerves finally began to relax.
She checked the ti on her watch before looking back at him.
"Ah... I almost didn’t notice the ti. It’s already late. I have sothing I need to attend to. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first."
With that, she began walking away.
When so distance ford between them and the man still hadn’t objected, she finally turned toward the door, ready to leave.
But just as she took another step, Dylan’s voice stopped her.
"Wait!"
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