Dylan Wellington was feeling frustrated.
He was the prestigious heir of the Wellington family, always having women chase after him, eager to climb into his bed.
And even though he was a flirt, he never made things hard for women.
If there was mutual affection, they'd have some fun together; if not, they'd part ways.
When had he ever done what Skye Brown just accused him of, forcing her to be with him?
What's more, damn it, Skye even said in front of everyone that he was like a wolfhound, shamelessly clinging to her!
Such words, which nearly 'ruin his reputation' or even 'insult' him, were absolutely intolerable to Mr. Wellington.
Dylan Wellington's seductive eyes were filled with a thin layer of anger, and yet, the woman who had infuriated him was drunkenly crawling over.
"Damn it—"
Dylan forced down the urge to flip Skye over and press her onto the bed, instead wrapping the dazed woman back under the blanket.
