Chapter Twenty-seven

Dylan paused as he strode to the living room beside the flower vase on the pouch. The tall lily did him the favour of providing a cover for his body but not to the charity of his foot.

"Do I blame you for my disaster?" Willow mimicked Natalie.

As if there were some traces of humour in what Natalie said, Willow chuckled.

Natalie finds it amusing. Willow raised her head and removed her hand from her nose, she stopped at her dramatic and with a stern face her face was shooting behind Natalie.

"What? I don't get why on earth you will barge into my house shouting my name without some respect. I got slandered by you last night. If anyone is responsible for something it should be you."

Willow folds her hand into a tight fist by her side, her teeth grinding hard together.

Natalie was right, Willow had been too hard on Dylan, you don't have to know a person's personality to be nice to him.

"Young mistress Natalie, your father wants to see you." One of the house workers announced to Natalie. S
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