Abby knew that he was always sternly cool, but she was still hurt by his indifference.
She bit her lip and adopted a sweet look, "Our families always have had a good relationship, I played with you when I was a child. Am I still a stranger…?"
"Others, except my family and my woman, are all strangers," Dylan said as he took a sip of the red wine.
Abby screwed up her courage, flushing, and knew she should not throw the chance: "I'd like to be your family, and I prefer being your... "
Before the two words, "Your woman" was blurted out, a waiter came over: "Mr. Sterling, Ms. White, may I serve you now?"
Looking at his diamond watch, Dylan said: "Hold on a second, I don't think everyone's arrived yet."
"Anyone else? Who's that?" asked Abby in some unpleasant surprise.
Susan told her that the lunch was for her and Dylan only.
Dylan said nothing but cast his eyes towards the doorway.
If the little woman was really late, he must act on what he said.
He would not let her off easily!
