Skye Brown had already thrown caution to the wind; rather than being treated by Dylan Wellington as someone with ulterior motives, sneaking into his house like a thief.
It would be better to greet him openly.
She came for Molly Lewis's matters, there was nothing shameful about it.
So, Skye Brown decisively and without hesitation stood up.
When she stood up, the tall figure of the man was already very close, with only two steps between them, Dylan Wellington had already come in front of her.
Skye Brown leaned back against the wall on the inside of the staircase and raised her right hand to greet Dylan Wellington.
However ——
That tall, familiar figure did not pause at all.
Dylan Wellington's distinct right hand held the handrail firmly, as if he didn't see her, and he walked past her with a cold expression.
He —— walked straight downstairs, his face cold and expressionless, with a faint impatience visible between his tightly knit brows.
