Oh god, it's so big...
As Dylan Collins looked down, he spotted that strange scenario. She was staring wide-eyed at something of his, swallowing hard with sheer terror. This instantly sparked a combination of embarrassment and fury within him.
"Hallie Morgan, what are you doing!"
A thunderous outburst that startled Hallie.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see anything! I'll get up right away."
As she attempted to prop herself up, she stumbled and fell back down again.
This time, her hand landed directly on a particularly soft spot.
Dylan Collins froze.
Hallie immediately sensed it. The man beneath her seemed to suddenly transform into a block of ice, exuding an unspeakable chill.
She looked at him with a twitchy smile.
"Did you do it on purpose!" Furious, Dylan's chest rose and fell dramatically, resembling an enraged beast. He abruptly pulled Hallie up, veins popping on his forehead.
Hallie was on the verge of begging for mercy.
She truly didn't mean to!
"I didn't do it on purpose, I just accidentally saw your thing and I got so nervous that I slipped and fell!"
Meeting his gloomy and handsome face, feeling the oppressive gaze that seemed to want to kill her at any moment, Hallie widened her eyes and pleaded with a flattering voice, "I've never seen anything as grand as CEO Collins's, it scared me so much that I fell over. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have looked. But it's so big, how could I not see it!"
"..."
What on earth was this woman talking about?
Dylan's worldview was once again completely overturned by her.
"Get out!"
He unceremoniously pushed the woman away from him.
As if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders, Hallie dashed into the nearby bathroom and slammed the door shut. She was left speechless, she didn't want to touch his "thing", but she had made it sound as if she had wanted to...
But it really was quite big…
Hallie chuckled to herself, contemplating how she might be one of the few people to have ever had the chance to "fondle" the great Dylan Collins. This thought brought a smug grin to her face...
After taking an hour-long bath she moved out, hoping his anger had simmered down.
Dylan Collins stood there, handsome as ever with his overly refined face, pair of clear, ocean-deep eyes, and striking pupils. His business shirt hung loosely over him, revealing his delicate and bony collarbone. His body was in the golden ratio, limbs distinct, and emitting a powerful charisma.
Everything about him seemed incredibly healthy.
She remembered that night in bed when she was tortured to near unconsciousness.
And his innumerable wealth.
Sigh, Ally Berg sure is lucky.
As for her, poor girl that she is, carrying all these grievances... evidently, she was not as fortunate.
Without so much as a backward glance, he collapsed onto the bed.
Hallie could only shuffle over to the side, resignedly contemplating the cold night she would have to spend on the ground.
At that moment, a voice echoed from the door, it was Logan Collins' voice.
"Are you guys asleep, Hallie, Dylan, I'm coming in."
Taken aback, Hallie watched as Dylan quickly yanked her onto the bed.
The door swung open, and Logan Collins, with his piercingly smart eyes, looked attentively at the two people inside. His ordinarily aging eyes were unusually bright at that moment.