"Mistress!?"
If Skye Brown could move, she'd surely raise her hand now and slap Dylan Wellington across the face.
This man, he really never fails to 'surprise' her.
Mistress, as if he could come up with such a thing.
"What, is the treatment worse than you expected? Were your expectations let down?" Dylan Wellington pinched Skye Brown's chin, kneading it bit by bit.
But the curve of his lips had a cold, cruel edge.
"Dylan Wellington, you better truly be that in demand... You looking at me like this, aren't you putting yourself too high?"
The man's seductive eyes were too tempting for Skye Brown.
In the midnight dreams, those eyes often appeared in her dreams.
This fiercely close gaze would make Skye Brown lose the courage to resist; she feared she'd get caught up and had to turn her eyes away again.
But Dylan Wellington, as Skye was trying to escape, clamped down hard on her chin.
"Ugh..." Skye winced in pain, her crimson lips slightly parted.
