Skye Brown knew that taking the initiative like this was somewhat embarrassing and lacked dignity.
But what is dignity? What is self-respect?
Her man has locked himself in a room, isolating from the world, almost falling ill.
At this moment, why should she care about dignity or self-respect!
When Skye Brown hugged him voluntarily, offering her tender warmth, Dylan Wellington's expression turned unnaturally solemn, and with great restraint, he pulled Skye Brown's hands from his neck.
"Skye Brown, I have something to tell you, you... be serious." Dylan Wellington's face calmed, his distant black pupils fell in her direction devoid of focus.
Skye Brown met his calm, expressionless eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.
She murmured, "I'm listening, very seriously, go on..."
Yet as she said it, she couldn't help but lean forward, resting her face on his shoulder, gazing at his sharp profile.
Skye Brown didn't want to let go, not in this lifetime.
