"Savannah's my wife. Anyway, I know what I'm doing. I'll inform you in advance before it's time for the wedding." Dylan looked a little impatient, and he didn't want to talk more.
"You've got troubles? What happened to you in Chicago?" Though angry, old Sterling felt strange. Since Dylan came back and still wanted to marry Savannah, why not hold the ceremony at once? Why put it off again? Maybe he had some secret sorrow?
"Nothing. The wedding won't be canceled. It's just going to be late. I don't think it's a problem." Dylan said dryly.
"Shouldn't you explain?" Seeing that Dylan was reluctant to say more, old Sterling lost his temper.
"The one who needs my explanation is not here." With that, Dylan turned around and walked out of the villa.
