Chapter 1949: Chapter 1949

Capítulo 1949: Chapter 1961: She’s Too Sensitive

Skye Brown inexplicably took on the heavy responsibility of reviewing and assessing potential blind date candidates for Dylan Wellington.

By the time she realized what was happening, she had already boarded the pirate ship.

It was only then that Skye remembered the dignified Mr. Wellington, known in the circle not only for his playboy, carefree personality but also for his cunning, fox-like tactics in the shopping mall, which were more commendable.

However, the image of the playboy had taken root so deeply in people’s minds that she forgot his other treacherous, cunning side. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel•fire.net

Skye ate dinner with a belly full of frustration, and if it weren’t for Molly Wellington showing up later, it would have been hard to hold it in.

She really wanted to clear things up with Dylan Wellington again, saying that she could not take on this task, nor would she.

However, after the meal, she still didn’t find a suitable opportunity.

“Skye, Molly is sleepy…”

After eating dessert, Molly Wellington clung to Skye’s body.

The little hand wrapped around her neck tightly, and the little head rubbed softly against her warm, comfortable chest.

Even though her biological father, Dylan Wellington, was right beside her, Molly Wellington didn’t want him.

She just wouldn’t let go of Skye, holding on as tightly as possible.

The little lad, in the past at the Wellington family, used to cling most to Dylan Wellington.

But ever since meeting Skye, it had been strange. Every day, she circled around Skye.

If she could hold her, she wouldn’t just hold her hand; if holding her hand, she wouldn’t let go. In any case… she would be as close to Skye as she wanted.

No wonder Mia Williams, upon seeing them earlier, mistook them for a mother and daughter.

With this level of clinginess from Molly Wellington, saying Skye wasn’t her mom would almost be unbelievable.

“It’s inconvenient for you to drive holding Molly, I’ll take you back.” Dylan Wellington got up and said somewhat dominantly.

Skye also got up holding the sleepy-eyed little Molly, politely declined, “No need, I bought a child seat for Molly to put in the car, I can drive myself.”

Dylan Wellington turned back, glanced at her, his charming almond-shaped eyes carrying a hint of coldness, “Skye, are you afraid of me?”

“Who, who said that… Why would I be afraid of you.”

Craziness, why would she be afraid of him, shouldn’t it be him who feels guilty?

“Since you’re not afraid, then come with me. Leave the car key, and I’ll have the Assistant drive it back for you.” Dylan Wellington’s tone was calm yet left no room for refusal.

“Rest assured, I’m not interested in you at all now.” Dylan Wellington looked deeply at her, blocking Skye’s defense.

“You’ve taken good care of Molly; it’s clear she is happy with you, so I am more willing to trust your words. You were right, maybe… I really should give Molly a proper home. I’ve taken your advice, started matchmaking… so you don’t have to fear me, I’m not interested in you.”

Skye was speechless; she never thought he still had an interest in her.

She didn’t want to be with him simply because she didn’t like being around him. That feeling made her uncomfortable all over, inexplicably resistant.

But if one were to delve deep into it — in fact, she really didn’t have to refuse.

Because she hadn’t liked him for a long time; facing a man who wasn’t in her heart, she really didn’t have to be afraid.

Thus, Skye said nothing more, handed the key over to Dylan Wellington’s assistant, and generously got into his car holding Molly.

The driver drove the car quickly and steadily.

In the back seat of the car, Dylan Wellington and Skye each sat on one side.

Little Molly lay obediently in Skye’s arms, her curled eyelashes occasionally trembling lightly, the corners of her lips slightly curved, seemingly in a deep sweet sleep.

Looking at her sleeping face, Skye’s previously uneasy heart calmed down instantly.

At this moment, Dylan Wellington, sitting beside her, suddenly leaned over—

“You, what are you doing…” Skye instinctively retreated to the side when she noticed the man’s tall figure leaning over from the corner of her eyes.

Dylan Wellington’s warm, dry big palm firmly grasped her wrist, preventing her escape.

“Miss Brown, you’re too sensitive… I was just, trying to see Molly…”

Skye’s face turned pale, then suddenly flushed bright red.

Only then did she realize that Dylan Wellington had indeed only leaned over slightly and made no other moves.

At that moment, it was entirely her misunderstanding, being overly sensitive.