Chapter 1973: Chapter 1973

Dylan Wellington’s seductive eyes narrowed slightly, clearly shocked by Skye Brown’s proposal.

But soon, his mischievous, almond-shaped eyes lifted, glancing over with a hint of mockery: "Miss Brown... if I’m not mistaken, when you opened the car door and ran away last night, you said you wanted to draw clear boundaries with me."

"So quickly changing attitudes from resistance to actively... seducing."

His deep, raspy voice sounded like both a reprimand and a tease.

When he said the word ’seduce’, he even deliberately rubbed his slightly rough finger pad lightly on Skye’s delicate chin.

"Miss Brown, you’re making it difficult for me. After all... how will I know how long you’ll hold this attitude this time? Will you suddenly change your mind by tomorrow? By then, if I accept your ’proposal’ and you go back on it, who will be responsible for my loss?"

Dylan’s words transformed what was once his ’proposal’ into Skye’s ’proposal’.

Between the lines, he had already shifted the dynamic between the two of them.

And here was Mr. Wellington, the renowned playboy of Eastonia, pretending to be innocent and saying—he was afraid of being abandoned by Skye.

Ha... if it weren’t clear in her mind that Dylan Wellington had lost his past memories and didn’t remember who she was.

Skye really wished she could take off her high heels and smack Dylan’s annoying, detestable handsome face.

She took a deep breath, telling herself to be patient and not to argue with this amnesiac, proud man.

Skye wrapped her arms around Dylan’s slender waist, smiling playfully at him: "Mr. Wellington, you can rest assured, I’ve only been in one relationship so far, and the breakup was because the other party was unwilling to marry. So, to be precise, unlike Mr. Wellington’s vast experiences, I have no experience dumping someone."

"Instead of worrying that I would go back on my word, Mr. Wellington might as well worry about whether you might accidentally fall in love with me if we do cooperate."

As Skye said this, her enticing red lips already pressed against Dylan’s lightly pursed thin lips. The source of thɪs content is NoveI(F)ire.net

The daisy scent that exuded from her wasn’t Dylan’s favorite orange blossom from his dreams, but at that moment, it stirred a quick response in the man.

Dylan squinted his eyes slightly, a hint of danger flashing in his seductive eyes, about to push Skye away.

But Skye’s hand on his waist intertwined tightly before that could happen.

Because of this action, their bodies pressed even closer together.

Her curves, outlined by the black dress she wore, were deeply nestled in his strong, powerful embrace.

"What’s wrong, is Mr. Wellington afraid? My proposal is just to be your nominal wife, to provide Molly with a good family environment and a healthy space to grow. Of course, if needed, we can also meet each other’s needs, after all... even nominal spouses have physical needs."

She lowered her voice, speaking near his ear, the alluring fragrance lingering around Dylan’s nostrils.

"As long as Mr. Wellington can restrain himself, not fall in love with me, I can assure you I will play the role of Mrs. Wellington well and take good care of Molly as her mother."

Dylan gritted his teeth, almost forcing the words from deep in his throat: "Skye Brown, you’re giving yourself too much credit. Don’t worry, I won’t fall in love with you."

"As for you... what do you think you will gain by doing this? Don’t think that by doing so, you can smoothly sit on the real Mrs. Wellington’s throne. I remind you in advance, even if it’s a fake marriage, it’s only for Molly to see—we’re just pretending to be a couple in A City, I’m an avowed bachelor."

"Mm, I understand..."

Skye laughed, a stunningly beautiful and captivating smile.

She said: "My terms are simple..."