The face of Dylan Wellington, who was already being held around the neck by Skye Brown, darkened.
With a swift movement, his large hand steadied Skye Brown's waist, pulling the clinging figure dangling from him back inside from the window.
Dylan Wellington's face was shadowed, a violent aura filled his handsome face, even though he hadn't shaved: "Skye, are you crazy? You actually climbed out the window, do you know how high it is? If you want to die, do it somewhere else, don't die here with me!"
The man's voice was low, harsh, devoid of any emotion.
His words were excessively hurtful.
Skye's brows furrowed slightly, her heart clenched tightly.
But when she raised her head, lifting her almond-shaped eyes to see Dylan Wellington's seductive eyes filled with coldness, the feeling of heartache suppressed her grievance.
Skye ignored Dylan Wellington's display of disgust and rejection. Not only did she tighten her grip on his neck, she snuggled deeper into his embrace.
