Skye Brown and Dylan Wellington spent several days in this small villa, and Dylan's condition finally seemed to be getting better.
He seemed to gradually walk out of the shadows, and being with Skye brought more smiles to his face compared to the past.
That day, as usual, Skye was curled up on Dylan's lap, allowing him to hold her and talk.
Since reconciling with her, Dylan couldn't seem to let her go, always holding onto her.
No matter where they went, he preferred to carry her.
Skye couldn't even remember how long it had been since her feet last touched the ground.
Curled up in Dylan's arms, the woman wrapped her arms around his neck. Skye kissed Dylan's unbelievably handsome face and said, "Husband... can we go back home? I kind of miss Molly and Allen."
It wasn't just a little bit; she missed them a lot.
But Skye didn't dare to make it too obvious, because she realized that Dylan, who had regained her, seemed even more easily jealous than before.
