I was planning to just walk back to my villa, but I changed my mind because Alfred's villa was a little too far from mine.
I decided to drive Alfred's car home.
After a long day, when I returned to my villa, it was already twelve o'clock. Thinking that I had to get up early tomorrow, I parked the car downstairs and went back into the villa, ready to wash up and go to sleep.
Then as soon as I got out of the car, I saw Dylan standing at the door. A tall and strong man like him had a cold temperament, and under the dim yellow light, there was a burning cigarette in between his fingers.
I frowned. Why was he smoking outside?
When he saw me, he pinched his cigarette, and his black eyes looked a little cold under the dim light. "Where did you go?"
"I had dinner with a friend!" I was a litt
