Her face flushed red, she said somewhat flustered, "Scarlett is still waiting for me to go back and sleep with her. You should also... don't overthink, rest early, I... I'll head back first."
Dylan Young lifted his head, beads of sweat on his forehead, his deep eyes filled with dissatisfaction, deep affection, and burning flames, an utterly irresistible charm that made Nell Harris's heart pound wildly.
He asked, "Nell... when will you... give me a definite answer?"
Nell Harris felt a bit panicked inside, "Wait... I, I'm still not ready, wait for me... wait for me... that..."
Dylan Young took several deep breaths, finally letting her go, "No rush, I won't force you... I'm, no rush..." as if.
The last two words, Dylan Young practically gritted out in his heart.
God knows, how much he wishes he could just throw caution to the wind, carry her into the bedroom, shut the door, throw her on the bed, and then...
