"..."
In the end, it was Skye Brown who couldn't hold it any longer.
She was at a loss for words, turned her face aside, and tried to step back.
But Dylan Wellington wouldn't allow it, still holding her tightly.
"What's wrong? You were the one who brought it up first and now can't handle a little teasing? Scared?"
Dylan Wellington's voice was magnetic and husky, carrying an irresistible charm.
"Mr. Wellington is overthinking... I'm afraid of teasing Mr. Wellington too much, causing him to lose control... If it delays Mr. Wellington's important work later, and he angrily withdraws the investment or decides not to cooperate with me, wouldn't that be a huge loss for me?"
There's no way he wouldn't cooperate with her.
Even if Dylan Wellington previously hesitated.
But now, after those two recent kisses, he had fully decided to fake a marriage with this woman.
Of course, having made a decision doesn't mean you have to announce it.
