Skye Brown noticed Dylan Wellington approaching her, and every hair on her body stood on end.
Like a hedgehog full of defenses, she revealed her sharp spines, those dark almond-shaped eyes slightly raised, vigilantly staring at him.
Dylan Wellington's step forward came to an abrupt halt.
He squinted, in the depths of his seductive eyes lay thoughts that Skye Brown couldn't fathom.
"Miss Brown, there's no need to be so guarded against me..."
'Miss Brown' was an even more distant address than the former 'Skye' or 'Director Brown'.
Dylan Wellington's voice was chilling, his tone indifferent and cold, clearly drawing a line between himself and Skye Brown.
Skye Brown frowned slightly, not quite understanding what Dylan Wellington was up to.
After all, just a moment ago, he was dominantly declaring that she should become his wife, and the next moment, he was speaking to her in such a distant and aloof manner.
