Just as he was about to drag back the woman in his arms who wanted to escape, to give her a good lesson, Dylan Wellington's movements suddenly halted.
He lifted those empty yet still deep and mischievous almond-shaped eyes to 'look' at Skye.
"Mrs. Wellington?"
"Yes, Mrs. Wellington." Skye nodded, "Don't you want to marry me, and instead want me to remain as your unnamed woman forever?"
Dylan Wellington: "..."
The man's dark eyebrows furrowed, his hollow eyes revealing no emotion.
Skye softened her voice, speaking in a particularly pitiful tone, "Alright then, even if you want me to be your woman in the shadows, I'll accept it... Who told me to love you now, it doesn't matter even if I have no name or status."
After speaking, Skye proactively leaned her face onto Dylan's shoulder, her soft and boneless body completely relaxed in his embrace.
Just as she said, she loves Dylan, and is willing to trust him wholeheartedly.
Even if... he doesn't give her a title, she doesn't mind.
