Pff, cold…
Skye Brown pursed her lips, stopping herself from laughing.
But the twinkle in her almond-shaped eyes betrayed her amusement.
She knew Dylan Wellington would contradict himself, but she didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
She hadn't even stepped out of the car into the club yet, and he was already regretting it.
"Thanks for your concern, Mr. Wellington, but it's fine… I'm not afraid of the cold…" Skye brushed her long hair aside, offering him an ambiguous smile.
And handed the overcoat back to him.
She opened the car door, not waiting for Dylan Wellington to speak, and extended a slender, fair leg out of the car.
Hmph, wasn't he just about to take her out for inspection, showing no signs of remorse?
Fine, if he doesn't care, he doesn't care at all; whoever cares is a coward!
The waiter waiting outside to hold the door for Skye paused noticeably at the sight of her beautiful legs.
