Chapter 2170: Chapter 2170

Chapter 2169: Chapter 2181: No Love, Only Hate

When those familiar almond-shaped eyes opened once again—

When the clarity within those eyes revealed a rage and indignation that only Skye Brown could possess.

The sparkling eyes glowed with a light born of anger.

That was Skye Brown’s hatred for him, a deep-seated hatred…

Painful, yet so vividly alive.

In that moment, Dylan Wellington whispered in Skye Brown’s ear, his right hand trembling slightly where no one could see—before clenching tightly.

His seductive eyes, filled with a crimson hue of bloodshot veins.

This was the result of sleepless nights.

And now, his eyes grew even redder—Dylan Wellington, at the sight of the familiar hatred in those almond-shaped eyes, felt a pang of sorrow.

Their gazes intersected in the air just like that.

Though Skye Brown awoke with a scream, her body was actually very weak.

She had been in a deep sleep for days, had a fever, and nearly lost the child.

Skye Brown had lost the will to live; she was too tired and weary, just wanting to sleep until life ended.

Reality held too many things she wanted to escape from, if it weren’t for Dylan Wellington whispering those horrid, threatening words in her ear, she might have continued fleeing and never woken up.

At this moment, Skye’s pale face was still bloodless, her lips parched, yet those almond-shaped eyes filled with hatred and anger were brighter than ever.

She looked at Dylan Wellington leaning close beside her, looked at his bloodshot seductive eyes, at his face that she detested so much.

She wanted to ask Dylan Wellington, why he had to be so cruel.

Why being cruel to her wasn’t enough, but he also had to be cruel to Molly Lewis?

Was Molly not his daughter, not his daughter!

But long without water, her throat was already hoarse, and that previous desperate shout had further injured her dry throat.

Now, even if Skye wanted to ask, wanted to fiercely question this cruel man, she couldn’t open her mouth or make a sound.

So, she just stared at Dylan Wellington.

Stared at him with hatred and resentment.

In those watery eyes, there was no trace of love left.

Such a resolute expression, like a sharp blade, aimed to sever Dylan Wellington from their past.

Being glared at by a woman he loved deeply.

Even though he brought this on himself and was prepared, Dylan Wellington still felt a blunt pain as if someone stabbed his heart and gouged out its tenderest part.

But, his Skye had returned.

She finally stopped escaping into sleep, she finally opened her eyes.

Even if she hated him, never again using those tender almond-shaped eyes to smile at him with a sweet dimple.

But she, after all, had returned…

Dylan Wellington couldn’t distinguish whether the turbulence inside his heart was joy or sorrow and regret.

He suppressed the pain inside, lifted his eyes, and tried to meet Skye’s resolute, hate-filled almond-shaped eyes with a calm gaze.

“So, you’re awake… I thought you’d never wake up in this lifetime, which would at least save me some trouble.”

As these words fell, Skye’s already hatred-filled almond-shaped eyes immediately grew even brighter.

That was a sign of a vivid survival instinct ignited by anger.

Very well, he knew, his Skye would never be a woman to give up easily.

If love can no longer be the reason for her quick recovery.

With hate, there is at least hope; with hate… she will recover quickly and distance herself from him as soon as possible.