Dylan's eyes remained fixed on her —watching her, as she momentarily shrank back, almost as if she were afraid of him.
He wanted to laugh at that.
If only she remembered how his life … his very existence had once been at her mercy, she wouldn't have looked at him the same way.
The corners of his lips lifted into a faint smirk.
"It's time for breakfast. Get ready and come down."
And with that, he turned and left without another word.
Behind him, Adelyn remained seated on the bed, her brows drawn together in confusion as she tried to comprehend what he had meant earlier —when he said he wouldn't leave her.
Did he mean that he wouldn't let her go once he realized she had lied to him?
The thought crossed her mind, almost enough to make her uneasy. But just as quickly, another thought surfaced, easing that tension.
They hadn't progressed that far in their so-called relationship yet. There were no deep emotions involved —nothing intense enough to make him obsess over her.
