Chapter 1931: Chapter 1931

Skye Brown noticed Dylan Wellington approaching her, and every hair on her body stood on end.

Like a hedgehog full of defenses, she revealed her sharp spines, those dark almond-shaped eyes slightly raised, vigilantly staring at him.

Dylan Wellington’s step forward came to an abrupt halt.

He squinted, in the depths of his seductive eyes lay thoughts that Skye Brown couldn’t fathom.

"Miss Brown, there’s no need to be so guarded against me..."

’Miss Brown’ was an even more distant address than the former ’Skye’ or ’Director Brown’.

Dylan Wellington’s voice was chilling, his tone indifferent and cold, clearly drawing a line between himself and Skye Brown.

Skye Brown frowned slightly, not quite understanding what Dylan Wellington was up to.

After all, just a moment ago, he was dominantly declaring that she should become his wife, and the next moment, he was speaking to her in such a distant and aloof manner.

This Dylan Wellington was even different from the wickedly lazy character she remembered.

It must be said that after the ravages of time, Dylan Wellington was now more mature and profound than he was back then.

Just as Skye Brown was in a momentary daze, Dylan Wellington suddenly leaned down, with his arms braced on the sofa on either side of Skye’s body.

His deep, handsome face magnified unexpectedly in front of Skye’s eyes.

Skye Brown’s heart gave a sudden jolt.

She instinctively retreated.

She... she couldn’t admit it, but just now, at the moment Dylan Wellington moved closer.

Those wickedly slanted seductive eyes, staring intently at her as they lowered, she actually found the shadow of this man from the past, who held her and whispered those sweet words.

Although repeatedly blocked, avoiding recollection.

But when waking from midnight dreams, those memories, how could she control them?

Every time she met Dylan Wellington before, it was either arguing or debating, in such intense situations, she was filled with anger across all emotions, unable to take time to carefully ponder her inner self.

But just now, when they both were still quite calm in conversation.

Dylan Wellington’s sudden approach, however, made Skye’s heart tremble incessantly.

"You... if you want others not to be on guard against you, at least... you should maintain a gentleman’s distance." Skye’s heart was in turmoil, but on the surface, she maintained calm.

Her throat was shaking, but the words she spoke were calm and natural.

Dylan Wellington heard her, his eyes darkened slightly, and the corners of his lips immediately pulled up into a smile.

"You needn’t worry, Skye. Since you have made your intentions clear, I, Dylan Wellington, am not the kind of man who pesters endlessly. Women have always sought me, never the other way around. In the future, Miss Brown, just focus on your work, make money for me, and I won’t treat you poorly."

With that, Dylan Wellington gave her a deep glance, pushed himself off the sofa with both hands, and stood up.

His left hand lazily and casually slipped into his pocket: "As for what you just said, I’ll take it into consideration. Molly will stay here tonight, I’ll send someone to pick her up tomorrow. She really likes you... Miss Brown, sorry for the trouble."

Having said that, Dylan Wellington nodded slightly, and before Skye could unravel the meaning in his words, he was already walking away.

And as the main door closed, a tear rolled down from Skye’s eyes without any warning.

These tears came in a way she couldn’t even understand.

But her heart was just so uncomfortable, as if there was a weight of a thousand kilograms pressing down, or as if she had been hollowed out.

"Ha, Skye, don’t be foolish... this outcome is the best. He... starts his new life, you start yours... both letting go, only then will it be... sob... sob... sob..."

The words following that couldn’t come out anymore.

Skye covered her face, sitting alone on the living room sofa, silently sobbing.