Skye Brown's mind went blank when she heard Dylan Wellington say—"We still have Molly."
She stared blankly, watching the man in the darkness forcefully press her onto the mattress.
In that instant, she almost forgot to struggle, even forgot to resist.
Until a moment later, when Dylan Wellington ruthlessly bit her lip, alternating between bites and kisses.
Skye suddenly felt as if she'd been pricked by something.
She abruptly sat up from the bed, without knowing where the strength came from, and desperately pushed Dylan Wellington away.
"You—you've recovered... Dylan Wellington, you've regained your memory, you remembered!"
Skye's almond-shaped eyes widened, and the moment she asked the question, tears flowed like a tide.
Even in the pitch-black room, her eyes sparkled with tears like stars.
"Remember... ha, as expected, you knew about my amnesia all along."
Dylan Wellington curled his lips in a sinister smile, the curve of his mouth tinged with mockery.
