Dylan Wellington's seductive eyes narrowed slightly, clearly shocked by Skye Brown's proposal.
But soon, his mischievous, almond-shaped eyes lifted, glancing over with a hint of mockery: "Miss Brown... if I'm not mistaken, when you opened the car door and ran away last night, you said you wanted to draw clear boundaries with me."
"So quickly changing attitudes from resistance to actively... seducing."
His deep, raspy voice sounded like both a reprimand and a tease.
When he said the word 'seduce', he even deliberately rubbed his slightly rough finger pad lightly on Skye's delicate chin.
"Miss Brown, you're making it difficult for me. After all... how will I know how long you'll hold this attitude this time? Will you suddenly change your mind by tomorrow? By then, if I accept your 'proposal' and you go back on it, who will be responsible for my loss?"
Dylan's words transformed what was once his 'proposal' into Skye's 'proposal'.
