Chapter 1987: Chapter 1987
Capítulo 1987: Chapter 1999: A Slap for Dylan Wellington Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on noᴠelfire.net
The crisp sound of a slap suddenly echoed through the tense and confrontational club.
Just moments ago, Skye Brown, half-drunk and leaning against Dylan Wellington’s chest, forced into a public kiss, did something that surprised everyone present.
Even Gareth Williams could not have predicted it.
Skye Brown’s soft and slightly curly chestnut hair became somewhat disheveled from her raised hand in a swinging motion.
Her alluring and blushing face, paired with wine-colored lips, looked as if it could bleed.
The stunningly beautiful woman had tearful, almond-shaped eyes, though it was unclear whether it was because of anger or something else…
“Dylan Wellington, you bastard—” Drunkenly, Skye Brown now completely forgot that the man before her was no longer the Ian Moore from a few years ago, who loved her, cherished her, and cared for her.
Her rationality had long been assaulted by alcohol. Hearing Dylan Wellington’s mention of ‘Mia Williams,’ hearing him say ‘tired of playing’… A proud woman like Skye Brown could never allow herself to lower her haughty head.
Skye Brown saw a hint of surprise flash through Dylan Wellington’s deeply cold seductive eyes.
But what was more apparent was the rage of authority being violated.
“Skye Brown, do you even know what you’re doing!” Dylan Wellington’s voice almost bit out from between clenched teeth, his voice deep, quietly demanding.
That reckless and profound, handsome face, full of charm, was already covered in ice.
If it weren’t for his principle of not hitting women, he swore, Skye Brown could not have stood in front of him now.
“I know, huh… how could I not know…” Skye Brown stretched out the hand that had just slapped Dylan Wellington, pointing at the man in front of her, who appeared exceptionally stern and handsome due to anger.
She looked at him, at the man she loved, those angered almond-shaped eyes glistening softly.
Others thought they were eyes lit by fury.
But no one knew that at this moment, Skye Brown wanted to cry…
She looked at Dylan Wellington, telling him word by word, “I… Skye Brown, clearly know… what I’m doing…”
“Dylan Wellington, I’ve had enough of your games… Let me tell you, even the most humble person has a bottom line. No need for you to get tired of playing, Dylan Wellington… here today, in front of everyone, let’s make it clear. I, Skye Brown… I’m tired of playing you! No need for you to break up, the two of us, now, let’s break up… Dylan Wellington, I don’t want you, I’m dumping you!”
Skye Brown was indeed drunk.
To her now, the Dylan Wellington standing in front of her wasn’t the current Dylan Wellington, but the one from a few years ago who pursued her fervently, afraid she wouldn’t pay attention to him, wanting to back out.
That’s why Skye Brown felt so wronged, feeling aggrieved.
“Clearly, it was you who chased after me first… I said I didn’t want you, yet you forced me… What gives you the right to do this to me, what right! Tired of playing? Huh… I’m the one who’s tired of playing, I didn’t want you from the start, it was you like a wolfhound shamelessly sticking around! Dylan Wellington… I tell you, break up, break up, let’s break up right now, I don’t want you anymore!”
Skye Brown, not exactly graciously, pointed her index finger at Dylan Wellington, drunkenly cursing.
By the time she reached her last words, those enchanting and resentful eyes, stained red by alcohol, blinked lightly, and tears like pearls rolled down.
One drop, two drops… In everyone’s eyes, they couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow as they watched her tears.
After those few teardrops fell, Skye Brown blinked again, and again… Her hand lightly shook, and her slender figure slightly swayed…
The next second, the alluring and charming woman suddenly lost consciousness, her beautiful eyes closed, her body uncontrollably falling to the side.