The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 787

The force was so brutal that it felt like the woman's scalp was being ripped off.

The woman let out a sharp scream.

"What are you screaming for?" Dylan frowned with annoyance.

The icy glare he fixed on her sent a jolt through her. She immediately swallowed whatever words she had been about to say.

"Mr. Pritchett, I was wrong," she said, holding back the pain. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I-I don't know. But it's my fault for upsetting you," she admitted without hesitation.

Dylan studied her for a long moment before suddenly smiling. "You're quick to learn."

the woman immediately brightened, her face

would never smile at me

as the words left Dylan's lips, the woman's smile faltered. At the same time, every trace of expression vanished

leave, but Dylan didn't hesitate his grip on her hair tightened. Then, she was thrown to the

in the middle of the night. Before she was loaded into the ambulance,

find a way to suppress the news. In fact, he might not even need to do that. After all, who

The engine emitted a pleasant sound, which was made all the more enticing in the silent night. He slammed his foot

exhaustion at this hour. There were only a few

how long he raced through the streets before finally easing to a stop. He then lit a

why wasn't he happy? Why did

back home to his single-story mansion with

one

and was located in the most

shimmering Amity Tower across the way.

would be his,