——"If it weren't for that one night I accidentally slept with Miss Brown and saw Miss Brown so wary and even afraid of men approaching, I would have thought Miss Brown had never been with a man, nor even been in love."
——"Forgive me for being blunt, but I really don't understand why you seem so… um… afraid of my approach?"
The words Dylan Wellington just said, especially these two sentences, kept echoing in Skye Brown's mind.
The more Skye thought about it, the more her almond-shaped eyes were filled with confusion.
Countless restless and bewildered emotions flashed in her dark, watery eyes, and finally—all the focus was concentrated on two questions.
First, why would Dylan Wellington think she had never been with a man?
Second, why wouldn't Dylan Wellington know why she wanted to avoid him?
Because of these two questions, Skye thought of many things again—
