Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love

Hearing Aunt Collins mention Dylan Wellington’s past, where he went on a hunger strike to death for her. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Skye Brown’s originally cold heart began to waver bit by bit.

"Aunt Collins, even if he’s like that, it doesn’t mean his heart is still with me. Even if the only thing he can feel for me is ’emotion,’ maybe it’s just because my... my body is attractive to him."

There was a trace of defeat in Skye Brown’s eyes.

It’s not that she wasn’t willing to try, she had tried, but Dylan Wellington was no longer the Dylan Wellington from the past.

Time and again, the blows kept coming, hearing Dylan Wellington say such hurtful things, even allowing her to exist as ’Mistress.’

All of it had long trampled her self-esteem underfoot, leaving her with no confidence to try again.

"Young Lady, you are wrong! Men are creatures who think with their lower bodies, capture a man’s lower body, and you capture his heart. You are the only woman who can make the young master stand tall again, even if the old man found out, for the young master’s lifelong happiness, he wouldn’t be able to say no!"

"This..." Skye Brown’s throat went dry and she almost couldn’t find a response.

She never expected Aunt Collins to say such things—this, this is truly seasoned talk.

"Young Lady, trust me—even if the young master remembers nothing now, his heart still remembers you, you..."

Aunt Collins wanted to say more but saw Skye Brown suddenly get up.

She walked to the side and picked up the marriage certificate she had just tossed carelessly on the table.

In that moment, Skye Brown had a premonition—perhaps what Aunt Collins said was true?

Her delicate, white fingers gently brushed over the freshly issued little red notebook, the thing Skye Brown once desired the most but couldn’t attain.

Her fingertips lightly caressed it, savoring the unique texture of the red cover.

Skye Brown’s heart stirred as she opened the marriage certificate.

Inside the marriage certificate was a composite photo of Dylan Wellington and her.

They had never taken a photo together, at least not with this Dylan Wellington, never.

The photo was clearly composed by someone Dylan Wellington hired, flawlessly seamless, revealing no signs of compositing.

And in the photo, she and Dylan Wellington stood side by side, with an auspicious red background; they both wore white tops and faced the camera.

She smiled sweetly and happily, and Dylan Wellington’s lips were slightly curved, bringing out a rare tenderness compared to his usual roguish demeanor.

Ha...

What a lovely photo.

But unfortunately, it’s fake.

Looking further down, the licensee bore her name, and beneath the spousal information were both hers and Dylan Wellington’s names.

But this wasn’t what Skye Brown cared about most; she was most concerned about—the registration date.

She opened the marriage certificate and saw the date, which turned out to be about five years ago, before Molly Lewis was born.

At that time, she and Dylan Wellington were still together, still sweetly in love.

But for the Dylan Wellington who had lost his memory now, he didn’t remember her.

Skye Brown couldn’t understand why Dylan Wellington created a marriage certificate without using the latest date.

Instead, he made it look like she had already married him over five years ago, creating a false impression she was already his wife back then?

Her heart still held much distrust towards Dylan Wellington, the more unpredictable he was, the less she dared to believe.

Seeing the continuous hesitation flickering in Skye Brown’s eyes, Aunt Collins was very anxious.

Afraid that Skye Brown couldn’t make a decision, she added a stronger dose: "Young Lady, don’t hesitate anymore. Those newcomers don’t know it, the young master has forgotten, but do we old folks not know?"

"You are the young lady’s biological mother, don’t you want to reunite with young lady sooner and be together openly and confidently?"

[Just off work a bit late, here’s an update, next Chapter before 6:30 PM]