Savannah smiled helplessly. If it were not for Dylan's threats, she would be happy to see him fussing over someone else, but for now, she had to do as he ordered. Walking out of the house and to the backyard, Savannah saw that Abby had almost stuck herself on to Dylan.
Dylan's black brows frowned at Savannah as if to blame her for coming too late.
"Hey there, love, what took you so long?" His tone was full of tenderness.
Abby, startled, turned around.
Savannah took a deep breath, and a forced smile twisted her lips.
"I'm so sorry, Dylan, I was talking to your father," she said, and with that, she walked over, took Dylan's arm, and deliberately shook his arm gently as if begging forgiveness. She pretended to be so coquettish that she even felt sick herself.
The little woman was usually incredibly stubborn, however, but she was willing to put on a show for now.
Though she was only there to help him get rid of Abby, he enjoyed her performance.
