"Dyl..." Skye Brown's voice was a bit hoarse; she didn't expect the call to be picked up so quickly.
Back when she abruptly escaped from the marriage, although she didn't feel she did anything wrong, the sudden sound of Dylan Wellington's voice still made her heart throb with a faint pain.
She instinctively took a breath, ready to adjust her breathing to explain her intentions to Dylan Wellington.
Over the phone, a deep, husky voice from Dylan Wellington was heard.
"Baby, don't make a fuss... be good, I'll give it to you once I finish the call..."
The lazy, magnetic voice carried Dylan Wellington's usual seductive charm.
His tone was low yet tender; it was obvious he was speaking to a woman beside him.
The flirtatious and teasing words came through the phone speaker without warning, heavily striking Skye Brown's eardrums.
"Are you... busy? Sorry, I'll call another day."
