"Let go."
A shadow passed over Dylan Wellington's cold face.
He grabbed Skye Brown's wrist in a calm voice, trying to pull her off him.
"I won't let go..."
But Skye wasn't afraid of Dylan's cold and frightening demeanor, knowing from the moment she arrived that he wouldn't easily accept her.
Yet this time, nothing could separate them.
"I won't let go, won't let go, won't let go..."
Even as a mother of two, Skye acted as if she were a young girl in her early twenties, playing coy and spoiled.
Dylan pulled her left hand away, and her right hand latched on again.
Her two soft, long legs tightly wrapped around his waist like an octopus, clinging to him.
"Skye... I told you to get lost." Compared to Skye's softness and obstinacy, Dylan's entire aura was chillingly cold.
With a stern face, he clamped both of Skye's hands together.
This time, he forcefully yanked Skye's hands off his shoulders.
As a result, even her delicate body pressed against his chest was pulled apart.
