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."

praise, the woman immediately brightened, her face twisting into an eager,

never smile at

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

woman realize something was terribly wrong. She immediately tried to leave, but Dylan didn't hesitate his grip on her hair tightened. Then, she was

taken away by an ambulance in the middle of the night. Before she

would probably catch wind of this. But so what? He'd find a way to suppress the news. In fact, he might not

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

signs of exhaustion at this hour. There were only a few cars on

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

wasn't he happy? Why did he

back home to his single-story

It was one he had

and was located in the most

he could overlook the entire city and also see the shimmering Amity Tower across the way. Dylan

he knew, soon, that would be