The room fell silent.
Adelyn's gaze became anticipative.
She waited … waited for him to refuse her in the worst way.
But Dylan looked at her quietly.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then —
His lips parted.
Just as she braced herself for the worst, a single soft word slipped out of his lips, striking her like a blow.
"Alright."
Adelyn blinked.
"… What?"
He didn't really just agree to the idea, did he?
She shot to her feet, hardly believing what she had heard.
"Did you just agree?" she asked in disbelief.
"You didn't want me to agree?" Dylan asked, looking at her suspiciously, as though inviting her to think carefully before answering.
Adelyn read his expression clearly —and suddenly didn't know what to say.
Of course, she didn't want him to agree.
Otherwise, why would she have gone through so much trouble weaving lies she never intended to make real?
