Savannah was in a trance. She did not expect that Lionel would invite her. Her chin turned red as Dylan rubbed it with his long fingers.
"It seems that Lionel is your old acquaintance." Dylan continued and said in a gruff tone.
This "old acquaintance" sounded quite impure.
"We don't know each other well," Savannah blurted out, "I had just met him once on the business trip in Chicago."
"So you had known him since then. Tell me, how many affairs and encounters do you still have with other men?" Dylan's tone was harder and colder, and his fingers pinched her chin.
She met Lionel when she went to Chicago with him, and she didn't even tell him.
Savannah frowned, "I just met him in the elevator. What the hell are you talking about?"
"Okay, then why did you talk with him for several hours in Muse Park? And you even searched him on the Internet?" Dylan's eyes of ice continued to dwell freezingly on hers.
