Love Across the Light Years -The Devil CEO Indulges My Lies.-Chapter 53: He was selfish.
After he put it that way, could Adelyn still claim she was clueless about what happened the night before?
Wouldn’t that mean making him incur losses —the very thing he had clearly said he despised the most?
Dylan returned to his seat on the couch. Glancing at her, he asked calmly, "Is there anything else you are curious about?"
Adelyn looked at him.
Of course, there were many things she was confused about. But could she really ask him directly?
She couldn’t.
Not when she could clearly see that she might be the one in the greater wrong.
"Mr. Warren," she began slowly, "you said that whatever happened between us last night was by mutual agreement?"
Dylan nodded. "It was."
"Then ... would you believe me if I say that I don’t remember a thing from last night? Like why I brought you to my room and why —"
"You didn’t bring me here," he cut in smoothly.
She blinked, and the paused before hope flickered in her eyes for a moment.
"I didn’t?"
Then did that mean he had come here on his own?
If that were the case, she wouldn’t be at fault after all.
"Then ... did you follow me here?" she asked, her fingers secretly cross with hope.
Dylan watched her quietly. The faint glimmer in his eyes suggested he had already seen straight through her thoughts.
"Even if you followed me here, I wouldn’t blame you," she continued quickly. "As long as you explain it to me, I will —"
"I didn’t follow you," he interrupted before she could finish.
Adelyn froze. Her expression shifted —subtle, but clear.
"You didn’t ... then —"
"You came into my room," he finished for her.
"Your room?" she repeated as realization dawned on her.
Her eyes darted to look around the place once again.
Of course.
She would never be crazy enough to book a luxury suite like this, even in her worst state.
So it was her.
She had willingly walked into the room of the one man she should have avoided provoking.
Could she be anymore doomed?"
Pressing her lips together, she fell silent. She was clearly at fault. And she could no longer refute it.
"Now ...," Dylan said, drawing her attention back to him, "... that you have all the answers you wanted, would you care to explain your intentions, Ms. Grace?"
Intentions.
Adelyn almost wanted to laugh.
What intentions could she possibly have had when approaching him —other than courting death?
Amelia had warned her the very day Adelyn had first recognized him on the screen. She had told her exactly what had happened to the woman who had once dared to approach him.
Not only had her career been erased, but even her identity had vanished as if she had never existed.
And now Adelyn had done the same.
Could she even hope to walk out of here alive?
"Ms. Grace —?"
"Mr. Warren," she spoke, cutting him off both intentionally and unintentionally. "I don’t know how to explain this, but would you actually believe me if I said that whatever happened last night ... none of it was intentional from my end?"
Dylan didn’t respond immediately.
Although he looked calm on the surface, his fingers clenched tight, and his eyes went a shade darker with menace.
But the next second, he appeared to consider her words carefully.
"Would you have believed it?" he finally asked, after a moment.
"I would ha—"
Adelyn stopped abruptly, realizing something amidst her response.
If it had happened the other way —she wouldn’t have believed it either.
Only a fool would believe it.
And Dylan Warren was certainly no fool.
She bit her lips.
"So, it seems you wouldn’t," Dylan concluded calmly.
Adelyn pursed her lips.
No matter how wronged she felt by the situation, she couldn’t lie.
"You might think I am making the excuse, Mr. Warren," she said quietly when she realized she had no way to prove herself. "But I am not." Her fingers only clenched tighter into fists.
Dylan already knew that.
From the very beginning, he had known.
But he was selfish.
Especially when it came to her.
Now that fate had placed her within his reach again, he had no intentions of letting her slip away.
Come here," he said suddenly.
Adelyn had no real reason to obey him.
But knowing she was one at greater fault, she braced herself for whatever punishment might come.
Rising slowly to her feet, she walked toward him.
She intended to stop several steps away, but before she could, Dylan leaned forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him.
The sudden movement like that caught her off guard.
For a moment, she lost her balance and stumbled straight into his arms.
His hands settled around her waist, steadying her against him.
"Mr. Warren, you —"
"Shh."
Before she could protest, he silenced her.
Their eyes met, and Adelyn’s breath hitched as she suddenly became aware of how close they were.
She instinctively tried to move away.
But his grip on her waist held her firmly in place.
"What are you doing, Mr. Warren?" she asked with a slight frown.
"What do you think?"
Her fingers tightened around her waist, and before she realized it, he guided her to sit beside him on the couch.
Up so close, she could smell the deep, rich scent of his cologne —woody and earthy.
Dylan studied her face for a moment before his gaze shifted to her hands.
Her fingers were clenched tightly.
His brows knit together in faint displeasure before he gently pried them open.
Fresh droplets of blood stained her palm.
When his fingers brushed over them, she hissed softly and instinctively tried to pull away.
But once again, he held her steady.
Instead of letting go, he reached past her, almost embracing her.
Adelyn’s breath caught for a moment. But before she could misunderstand his action, she saw him reach for his suit jacket draped behind her.
Dylan pulled a cashmere pocket square from his jacket and gently pressed it against her palm.
The fabric was soft, and his movement was careful.
Even if Adelyn wanted to protest or pull her hand away, she found herself unable to do so.
"You don’t have to —"
"Didn’t you say you always mean what you say, Ms. Grace?"
He cut her off smoothly, lifting his gaze back to meet her eyes.
