Adelyn's heart skipped a beat when their eyes met.
She didn't understand what he meant, but the way he stared at her tugged at something deep within her chest, stirring an unexpected sense of guilt.
Was she really wronging him?
Her brows furrowed as she stared back at him.
"I do mean what I say, Mr. Warren."
Dylan looked into her eyes again —this time more deeply, as though trying to measure the weight behind her words.
Once satisfied, his gaze dropped back to her hand.
Pressing the silk gently against her scratch on her palm, he soothed a thing she hadn't even realized existed.
How could a man like him be this gentle?
Her eyes remained on him, gently studying his features.
His presence alone was enough to make her nervous, yet somehow, she didn't feel uncomfortable around him.
"Then why are you trying to run away from the words that you gave me last night?"
His voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
He lifted his gaze back to her.
