Dylan held her tightly: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, you should never doubt that, okay?"
"I... know, you won't, but... but..." But the hurdle in her heart, she couldn't get over it! Her first time wasn't with him, even if he didn't mind, she minded.
She feared that in the future, when Dylan thought back, he would despise and care about it.
Dylan lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "Do you hate this?"
Nell Harris shook her head, she didn't hate it. She really enjoyed him kissing her forehead; each kiss was filled with his indulgent affection that no one else ever gave her.
She had the illusion that Dylan cared for her like a daughter.
She knew that in this world, apart from Dylan, there wouldn't be a second person who would care for her and spoil her like this. How could she possibly hate him?
She only feared that she wasn't good enough, that she wasn't worthy of him.
Dylan kissed her lips again: "How about this, do you hate me?"
