"They actually kissed..."
"Could they really be a couple, in a secret marriage!!!"
"No wonder Mr. Wellington married her, this woman is stunning..."
Dylan Wellington held Skye Brown's nape, continuously deepening the kiss.
Skye Brown dared to dress this way out here.
And she dared to openly 'flaunt herself', pandering to other men—fine, since she wanted to attract attention, he would help her.
Let these people know whose woman she truly is!!!
A public kiss didn't seem enough; Dylan Wellington even, in front of everyone, let his other large hand slide down, tightly gripping Skye's waist.
Skye's dress, a form-fitting cheongsam, already clung to her.
With Dylan holding her waist like this, as it tightened, her curvaceous lines became even more apparent.
Many of the men around were stunned, unable to look away.
And those women who were secretly comparing themselves to Skye's looks and figure saw her standing with Mr. Wellington, losing not an ounce of poise.
