Adelyn blinked, completely caught off guard by Karl's line of logic.
Almost instinctively, her eyes shifted toward Dylan —only to find him already looking at her.
Cold.
Silent.
Waiting.
Karl, meanwhile, turned to glance at his brother ... as if trying to process the conclusion he himself had drawn.
Dylan sat on the sofa, watching them. Or rather —waiting.
His gaze was fixed on Adelyn, steady and unreadable, as though he was waiting for her to respond.
Karl turned back to her and asked again, "Sister-in-law … do you really not see my brother as your man?"
Adelyn frowned.
"But you already slept with him," Karl added, utterly baffled. "How can you still not see him as your man?"
It was as if he genuinely couldn't comprehend what had gone wrong.
And then suddenly—
Another thought struck him.
He glanced back at Dylan, then leaned closer to Adelyn, lowering his voice as if about to reveal some profound secret.
His tone turned softer … slightly awkward.
"Wait …"
