"Be good, don't cause trouble." Dylan Wellington's large hand pinched Sasha Hammond's waist, but his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the woman named Skye Brown.
A short-haired woman...
He had a strange impulse to wake her up and tell her—that she was better suited for long hair.
"Mr. Wellington, I'm really dizzy… Can you help me back?" Sasha Hammond wished she could stick entirely to Dylan Wellington.
She usually wouldn't dare act this way, but today, for some reason.
A woman's instinct made her intentionally display her closeness with Dylan Wellington.
Almost as if she was showcasing to others her status in Dylan Wellington's mind.
Dylan Wellington's sharp eyebrows already had a hint of coldness.
He always had the utmost patience with women, but also the utmost impatience…
Suddenly, he lost his appetite for Sasha Hammond.
His large hand slid down from Sasha Hammond's waist as Dylan Wellington discreetly put some distance between them.
