"Mr. Wellington, you truly are lucky... Constantly surrounded by rumored love interests, and even in the company, you have beautiful lady friends around you."
Olivia Quinn leaves, and Skye Brown releases her hands and steps away from Dylan Wellington's body.
Just a moment ago, she seemed fragile and aimless, relying on Dylan Wellington's sturdy build, but now she's standing firmly in her seven-inch high heels.
Hmph...
When there are other women eyeing her man, of course, she has to make a display to assert her sovereignty and make rivals retreat.
But when there aren't any other women around...
After steadying herself, Skye grins at the man in front of her, her almond-shaped eyes exuding tranquility, showing no signs of wanting to compete for affection.
"Skye, you're quite smart..." Dylan Wellington gazes at Skye, appreciation flashing in his deep almond-shaped eyes.
