At Arielle’s protective demeanor, Dylan’s heart ached even more.
I didn’t even do anything to Vinson. Does she really need to do that? Ah… My heart aches. Despite what he thought, he dared not say anything about it. After all, they had just reunited.
“It’s fine. I can chat with Dad better if I were to sit there.” Vinson smirked, and he ruffled Arielle’s hair.
Unbeknownst to him, his action only made Dylan even more agitated.
Forget it. I can see that they’re very in love with each other, so I should stop trying to pick a bone with him.
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