“You don’t say! I saw with my own eyes—she appeared from some corner of the garden, and her clothes were all wrinkled!”
I gritted my teeth as I endured the humiliation—the rumors were merely meant to make me leave.
Still, as I was going to look for Levi and ask him to defend me, I turned into a hallway and ran headlong into Dylan.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the nearby study, leering at me in cool disdain as he demanded, “You really love to seduce men, don’t you?”
I struggled, trying to free myself from his grip, but he was frighteningly strong.
As such, I simply smiled coolly as I shot back, “Mr. Dylan, forget believing the rumors—you’re trying to force yourself on me now?”
His grip tightened. “You’re a tramp! How dare you talk to me like that?!”
However, I simply held his gaze in silence.
After a while, he finally got to the point, “I know you love me. So as long as you behave, I’ll let you be my mistress.”
“I refuse,” I replied right then.
Smack!
He slapped me across the face, bellowing at the same time, “How is he better than me?! You’re really testing my patience here! Just stop seeing him already!”
I was caught off guard, and my lips bled.
Dylan’s gaze lingered on my face, and he appeared pained for once.
Even his tone softened, “Quit throwing a tantrum. Other than becoming my official wife, you will get everything Lily gets.”
