Dylan stared at her slender figure from the corner of his eyes, she was dressed in a simple red evening gown that flowed down her knees to rest on her feet, her hair was tied in a ponytail, giving her that young feminine look. Her grey eyes looked at him with longing and relief as she walked closer to them.
Dylan could never go against her, he could disobey his father and ignore his brother but when it comes to his mother, he was as submissive as a dog to it's owner. Which was why he let go of Anoushka upon her request, but still he kept his eyes on her to make sure she wouldn't run off.
"Now you are in your rational state, I suggest you take a sit and we can all pretend like this never happened" The old man suggested while gesturing to a seat next to him that he had reserved for his favourite son.
Dylan smiled in mockery at the old man before returning his gaze back to the girl that was still shivering from his hold earlier.
