Dylan saw right through her. Regina, observing his calculating demeanor, couldn’t gauge how much he actually knew. Faced with uncertainty, she maintained her usual caution.
“If things truly take a turn for the worse, becoming a kept woman wouldn’t be so bad.” She lifted her chin, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure.
Dylan’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched the small woman feign bravery despite her evident fear. The more he observed her, the more convinced he became that the idea he’d just conceived was brilliantly wicked. He remained silent, simply watching her forced arrogance.
Finally, he reached out a plump finger and playfully pinched her delicate chin. “I was just joking. Don’t be angry.”
Regina couldn’t quite decipher his tactics, but it seemed he intended no
