"What's with the sudden tears..." The man's seductive eyes slightly arched, with a hint of mischief at the corners that was even lighter than before.
Yet it was tinged with a touch of coldness.
He was gentle and considerate, knowing how to comfort a woman when she cried, understanding romance.
But somehow, for reasons unknown, seeing Skye Brown cry, Dylan Wellington instinctively furrowed his brows, a trace of coldness in his eyes, clearly displeased.
Dylan Wellington's long and clean fingers instinctively lifted, brushing gently against the soft and thin skin beneath Skye Brown's eyes.
He frowned, the coldness in his eyes deepening, showing his displeasure without the slightest concealment, even his tone carrying disdain.
Yet his cool fingertips instinctively softened their touch.
One could say he was very gentle and considerate, wiping away the tears from Skye Brown's eyes.
Skye Brown's eyelids trembled slightly, startled by Dylan Wellington's sudden 'gentleness'.
