Adelyn's eyes widened the moment Karl threw that question at her.
She turned sharply and glared at him.
But Karl only blinked back at her —wide-eyed, almost innocent —like a puppy silently asking her to trust him.
Trust him?
She would rather send him straight to hell at this moment.
"You want my time?" Dylan's voice came smooth —so smooth that it sent an unexpected flutter through her chest.
Adelyn stiffened.
Slowly, she turned to look at him, instinctively shaking her head.
"You don't?" Dylan asked, raising a brow.
But there was no real curiosity in his eyes.
Instead, there was something else—
A quiet coldness.
A subtle warning.
As if he was giving her a chance to rethink her answer.
Before Adelyn could properly process that shift—
Karl, as usual, decided to speak on her behalf.
"Of course she does," he said confidently, glancing at Adelyn before turning back to his brother. "How could sister-in-law not want it?"
