His Beloved Mate novel Chapter 111

With a frown, Betty asked, "What's up, Mr. Dylan?"

He let go of Betty's hand and his face darkened. Cassie could dance waltz very well. Her dance steps were very smooth, and Ryan's eyes were fixed on her.

In the hall, some people who were dancing had stopped. Their eyes fell on the Cassie and Ryan. Cassie finished the whole song with him politely.

Thunderous applause resounded in the Millennium Hall. Everyone flattered, "Wow, we only know that Mrs. Cassie is good at writing, but didn't expect that she could dance so well."

Holding her arms in disdain, Sunny looked at Cassie and praised, "You did a good job."

Cassie chuckled, "Thank you for your praise. I owe it all to Dylan. "

'How could she flatter me while dancing with Ryan? Did she want to date two men at the same time?'

Thinking of this, Dylan's face was darker.

Perhaps other people couldn't see Dylan's emotional change because of his icy face was as usual.

But Simon could tell that. His gloomy eyes were full of danger.

The CEO got angry. 'Oh my God! I'm so screwed!'

Simon felt like weeping but had no tears. He winked at Cassie, but Cassie did not realize it. She asked Simon curiously, "Simon, what's wrong with your eyes? Do you feel uncomfortable? "

Simon's face darkened and her heart was pounding against the wall. But he still had to smile and said, "... I'm fine. "

They went back to the West Mountain Linyu.

After taking a shower, Cassie asked Cheryl, "Cheryl, is there a guest room at home?"

With a frown, Cheryl asked curiously, "What happened? Are you going to sleep in separate rooms with our CEO? "

Girls always say one thing and mean another. It seemed that she didn't care about it, but in her heart, she cared more than anyone else.

Cassie picked up Lucky and said made up excuse, "No, it's because Dylan doesn't like Lucky. If I go to bed with Lucky, he will scold me. "

Cheryl chuckled, "Okay. I'll ask someone to clean up a room for you first. "

Cassie nodded and went back to the bedroom to continue writing. Lucky was lying obediently in her arms today.

Cassie looked through the previous text, but there were countless irrelevant thoughts entangled with her in the bottom of her heart. She couldn't do write it with devotion.

"Forget it. I'll write it tomorrow."

She slammed the computer shut. Lucky meowed and nestled in Cassie's arms.

The light in the bedroom was dim. She walked to the corner with Lucky in her arms. Suddenly, a man dragged her to the corner.

The smell of brandy stimulated her nerves. When she looked up, she found it was Dylan.

With his hands against the wall, his hot breath fell on her own skin, making her flesh creep. The distance between them was less than one centimeter. His slightly gnarled big palm rubbed Cassie on her face.

Her heart skipped a beat. There was only a floor lamp left in the bedroom. The dim light fell on her face. In a trance, Dylan murmured, "Cassie..."

The word "Cassie" sounded gentle, unlike the powerful Dylan in the business world. She blushed and lowered her head, her heart beating faster.

It was a very warm and romantic atmosphere, but at this time, a very killjoy scene popped out of Cassie's mind.