"The title 'Miss Brown' was for when she was unmarried. Now, she is Mrs. Wellington, my wife... Mr. Williams should address her as Mrs. Wellington."
Dylan Wellington suddenly tightened his large hand on Skye Brown's waist, took half a step forward with his tall and slender body, and fully embraced Skye Brown into his arms.
This possessive action almost unmistakably told Gareth Williams.
This woman is mine, Dylan Wellington's person—
As for others, stay as far away as possible, don't even think about touching.
"Mrs. Wellington...?" Gareth Williams pressed his hand against his lips, smiling faintly.
His cold eyes, which harbored amusement, fell directly and unreservedly upon Skye Brown's excessively charming face.
"Miss Brown, what I am about to say might be presumptuous, I hope you don't mind. However, I'm doing this for Miss Brown's good..."
Gareth Williams stepped forward, his gaze firmly entwined on Skye Brown's face.
