"Anyway, reject it. I don't want my woman to be judged by other men. If you enjoy being appreciated, I don't mind satisfying your needs at home."
He could not bear the thought of a group of men at the car show licking their lips at the little woman.
Savannah groaned, "You don't keep your word! You promised that you would not interfere with my work!"
"The right job is fine. But such a one is not allowed."
Savannah gritted her teeth. According to his personality, there would be no "right" model work.
She rolled her eyes, knowing that she could not be tough with him, "if you don't let me do it, I'll tell Abby that I was acting for you just now. If she knows it, she won't stop pestering you!"
She is, sure enough, Dylan's Achilles' heel.
He narrowed his eyes, "Are you threatening me?"
