"Ahem, I know it's too much to say this...but, well, how should I put it...anyway, the last time I was drugged, you did that to me too. So, why don't we just call it even, okay?"
Upon hearing her words, Dylan Wellington's seductive eyes hid a hint of anger.
His thin lips slightly opened, and he asked coldly, "What do you mean by 'call it even'?"
"Just, just like taking a step back and having nothing to do with each other. I won't blame you for taking advantage of me last time, and you can...you can just treat this incident as an accident."
Skye Brown rarely showed timidity, lowering her head and sneakily glancing at Dylan's enchanting yet deep eyes.
"We'll both forget these two accidents and each other. From now on, we'll walk our separate paths and pretend that nothing happened today; let's just be ordinary friends who met by chance..."
Forget?
Dylan Wellington looked at the woman who was still talking incessantly.
Coldness, bit by bit, gathered in his eyes.
Forget...
