When Dylan Wellington noticed Gareth Williams gazing at Skye Brown with such a covetous look,
for some inexplicable reason, an unfamiliar twinge of jealousy arose within him.
"So…"
Recalling the way Gareth Williams looked at Skye Brown, Dylan's lips curled into a chilly, thin smile.
"Taking advantage of the crowd here, let me announce this — whether it's Miss Williams or any other socialite, from now on, I, Dylan Wellington, belong solely to Mrs. Williams. Whether the elders approve or not is a family matter for us, and it would be best if everyone just let us Wellington family deal with it internally, instead of fretting about it like Mr. Williams."
"As for those, as my wife said, who come rushing to climb into bed to be a concubine, don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes and I'm stripping you naked and throwing you out without forewarning."
Having said that, Dylan held Skye by the waist and walked past the crowd, leaving them in stunned silence.
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