Dylan is pacing around his home, anxious because Yue is still in her apartment and Sofia already texted to inform him she was on her way.
Sandra told Yue to be at her place at 6.30 pm, but tardy Yue is running 15 minutes late.
"Dammit, cookie! Just leave already!" Dylan exclaims and rubs his face.
Finally, he hears Yue's door open and close and chirpy footsteps along the hall and up the stairs.
Phew.
Sandra lives above Dylan, right in front of the noisy neighbors that sometimes still keep Yue up with their nightly endeavors. But at this point, Yue understands there is nothing wrong if a couple spends hours enjoying each other's company. After all, that is the most intimate way you can show a person you love them. She laughs at herself now, remembering how she thought it might be unhealthy for the lady. Yue has never felt healthier.
At 6.55 pm, Sofia arrives.
Ding dong.
Dylan quickly opens the door and hauls Sofia inside, pulling her arm.
"Ay, ay... Why the violencia? Jail changed you, mi amor!"
"Hi, Sofia..." Dylan greets without even looking at the woman, he's peeping outside, making sure no one saw her come in. He closes the door and whirls. "Did you meet anyone?" he anxiously questions.
"Dylan Wang, what is wrong with you?!" She frowns and places her hands on her hips. "What is going on?"
"I'm sorry, I don't want you to meet someone, I mean, I don't want her to see you," he babbles and shakes his head, knowing this is all wrong–he shouldn't be keeping things from Yue. He feels so guilty already. "Sit, please. I will explain."
"My hug first, mi amor! I haven't seen you since you got out of jail. Estás de lo mejor*," Sofia goggles at him, takes his hand and makes him spin on himself to better admire his masculine figure, and then tugs him violently closer for a too-tight-for-comfort hug.
Dylan feels like a piece of meat. "Okay, okay, enough!" He pats her back and does what he can to break away from the sensual woman's claws.
"You always smell so good, mi amor. Ay, I've missed you so much!"
Dylan knows the best course of action with a woman as determined as Sofia is to simply ignore her flirting. She does it out of habit, she means no harm. She also flirted with other guys when Dylan was her boyfriend, and she's probably doing the same to her current man.
Dylan offers Sofia something to drink and they agree on a bottle of red wine. He grabs the glasses, uncorks the Italian spirit and pours it gracefully.
"Now that I have some alcohol, do speak, mi amor," Sofia prompts.
Before they start talking about the will itself, Dylan tells her he's happily married to Yue and explains how it happened.
"You married the agent they assigned you to? You are incorrigible, mi amor! Sleeping with the enemy!" she teases.
Dylan smiles in fake agreement. Yue is not the enemy, she's my one and only soul mate, but he's not going to argue with his lawyer. Sometimes, attempting to explain yourself is simply not worth it. People will always believe what they want to believe.
Besides, if Yue hates fights and confrontations because they make her sick to her stomach and leave her playing the encounter over and over in her head like a broken record, Dylan hates them as well, but because they are a waste of everyone's time. Nobody ever changed anyone's minds through fights.
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Criminal Love
Lãng mạnA new undercover unit is created by the FBI to infiltrate the inner circles of illegal art dealing. Dylan Wang is a convicted and talented forger that will be forced to pretend to have a relationship with the agent assigned as his keeper, the sweet...
