When Skye Brown mentioned a bed companion, Dylan Wellington's mind instantly conjured up the face of Norman York that could captivate a crowd.
His eyes narrowed quickly, a sinister glint of light flashed within them.
Skye—how many other men does she have, and how much more of her romantic history is there that he doesn't know?
Dylan Wellington never cared whether his female companion had other past lovers, as in his view, relationships are all about the present.
It's unrelated to the past, irrelevant to the future.
Never for a moment like now
He had been careless; it seemed he must investigate this woman again, uncover her romantic history.
Dylan Wellington's eyes sparkled, refusing to admit that he's doing this because he cares.
No, he doesn't.
He's just investigating this woman's background; even if it's a fake Mrs. Wellington, he won't allow it to tarnish the reputation of Dylan Wellington.
