The handsome cold face with a slight chill, Dylan lightly shook his head towards her, indicating that she should not meddle in the matter. Zoe wanted to ignore him and continue walking towards the inside, but Dylan was forcing to hold her wrist, she simply could not get rid.

"You let go of me, I won't go." Zoe bit her lips and compromised.

After giving her aggrieved little face a glance, Dylan let go of her hand and stuck his hand in his pants pocket. That idle posture made Zoe's teeth itch.

Being surrounded by people at the table piled with wine towers, Adele ignored the shouting of that heavily...