Adelyn froze for a second.
His words didn't make immediate sense to her.
But when she noticed the way he was looking at her —as if quietly waiting for her answer —she forced herself to think it through seriously before responding.
"If you're asking me honestly, Mr. Warren …" her voice was steady, yet confident, "no, I wouldn't have blamed you."
Dylan didn't react right away.
He knew her well enough to sense there was more coming.
And he was right.
Because the very next second, Adelyn continued,
"… because I wouldn't have let you keep her away from me in the first place. Not when she belongs to me."
Her gaze dropped to the little girl sleeping in her arms, and her lips curved into a soft, gentle smile.
When she lifted her eyes again, her expression had already returned to its usual composure.
"You know I can be quite territorial," she added lightly. "If something belongs to me, I won't give it away willingly."
Dylan watched her in silence.
He knew that already.
