Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love-Chapter 2222 - 2234: Can’t Get Rid of Her No Matter What

"Let go."

A shadow passed over Dylan Wellington’s cold face.

He grabbed Skye Brown’s wrist in a calm voice, trying to pull her off him.

"I won’t let go..."

But Skye wasn’t afraid of Dylan’s cold and frightening demeanor, knowing from the moment she arrived that he wouldn’t easily accept her.

Yet this time, nothing could separate them.

"I won’t let go, won’t let go, won’t let go..."

Even as a mother of two, Skye acted as if she were a young girl in her early twenties, playing coy and spoiled.

Dylan pulled her left hand away, and her right hand latched on again.

Her two soft, long legs tightly wrapped around his waist like an octopus, clinging to him.

"Skye... I told you to get lost." Compared to Skye’s softness and obstinacy, Dylan’s entire aura was chillingly cold.

With a stern face, he clamped both of Skye’s hands together.

This time, he forcefully yanked Skye’s hands off his shoulders.

As a result, even her delicate body pressed against his chest was pulled apart.

With her hands released, only her legs remained.

Skye’s long, fair legs gripped tightly, refusing to let go of his waist.

Dylan’s empty, dull black pupils flashed with disgust: "Skye, let go... I told you I don’t want you, yet you still cling. Is it that you’re really this shameless, hmm?"

The man’s voice was cold and merciless, using the harshest words to make Skye give up.

If it were in the past, the equally proud Skye would surely have been hurt by Dylan’s words.

But in this pitch-dark, unlit study room where she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face,

all she felt was a slight ache in her heart.

Not for her own sadness and grievance, but for Dylan.

Such a proud Dylan, such a spirited man, yet could only be holed up in this cramped, dark study room, pushing away all concern in such a manner.

Skye was already accustomed to the lighting here, and naturally noticed Dylan’s indifferent and silky seductive eyes.

In the past, those enchanting almond-shaped eyes that could captivate others were now empty and dim.

Seeing him coldly and cruelly forcing her to leave, Skye steeled her heart, fiercely breaking free from Dylan’s hold, pressing her entire soft body against his firm and broad chest again.

"I won’t leave, won’t leave, won’t leave; you say I’m clinging, then I am. You say I’m shameless, then I still won’t leave... Dylan, I’m telling you, in this life, I’m stuck on you. Why should I leave when you tell me to... I won’t, I will just cling to you, I’m entrenched with you!"

After saying this, Skye was afraid that Dylan would yank her hands away again.

This time, she decided not to hug him but instead clamped her legs tightly, directly gripping his collar with both hands to pull his face down.

When the man was forced to lower his head by her tugging, Skye, without hesitation, kissed him.

This time, it wasn’t a tentative kiss on the surface of his thin lips.

This time, Skye actively extended her lilac tongue, rubbing and probing against the man’s tightly pressed thin lips.

Even if Dylan was completely uncooperative, with his cool, thin lips still tightly shut, she would not give up.

Skye’s nimble lilac tongue cautiously explored the perfect shape of his lips, bit by bit.

She used an almost reverent emotion to outline his sensual thin lips.

Gently kissing his lips, her playful little tongue wandered between his lips and teeth.

Until she felt Dylan’s icy, indifferent aura gradually intensifying.

Only then did Skye, in the next breath the man took, bite down hard on his lower lip, letting out a soft whimper: "Husband... please don’t send me away, alright?"

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