Chapter 222 Cayden Beat Me To It

• Hugged by the Porsche Cayenne's leather seat, Dylan—eyes closed—raised a hand to rub his temple. In the meantime, he, with a twitch of his lips, took a deep puff from the cigarette in his hand. Hidden amidst the smoke he puffed out was a pair of intensely furrowed brows.
• Despite the urge to approach him and explain, Milana failed to find the courage.
• It was obvious to her, from the scowl on Dylan's face, that further infuriating him would only end in her suffering.