Chapter 32 Dylan
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What's worse is that Sam had started to find his future wife.
Urgh!
He instantly regretted not bringing some woman earlier with him to this dinner.
Either way, Jenny is gorgeous, and she's like a goddess. Sam always took a girl to this family dinner ever since she knew about Keith having a one night stand.
Those women dressed on how a man will approve of her body but not their heart. Almost all of them dressed like they don't know what clothes is.
Almost.
But, Jenny is some of the few women who know to cover and show what's needed. She dressed as a proper woman would be. She used a light makeup and wore a black dress that reaches her mid-thigh.
From the little chit chat on the dinner just now, everyone clearly heard that she was a doctor. That fact instantly made Dylan grow curious over her.
Why would she get involved with people like them when she has a normal life and a job? Does she know about the gangs? And if she knows about them, how?
She and Valentina have slight differences. Valentina is a stubborn fire and also bubbly water.
Jenny is a confident person judging on how she blows the question every time she got the opportunity, and she's not scared of their reaction. Even though her face was showing a bit of embarrassment, she held her head high showing how strong and patient she is.
Dylan's heart jumped a beat when his brain registered his thoughts.
‘I didn't check Jenny out! Did I?'
Jenny was silent the whole time beside him when she knows that he was the other son of them.
Dylan was tense himself. He just got introduced as The Grey's Couple's son, and at the same time, they introduced him to a beautiful goddess.
If there is a black curtain behind him, he would turn around, part it dramatically with his hand and close them as fast as possible. Then, he would bring his hands on his head with his eyes and mouth open wide, saying, ‘Holy fuck!'
"Uhm." Jenny cleared her throat, making his thoughts fly away.
All of them turn their heads to her and watch as she fidgets a little at the stare she's getting.
"C-can I take a walk on the back?" her voice was soft.
"Yeah, sure. Dylan, can you accompany her?" Sam's eyes glimmer mischievously.
"Yeah, sure. Come on." Dylan stood up and offer his hand for her to take.
He had to swallow back the urge to pull her to him when her soft hands landed on his rough palms.
They walk side by side on the back yard with their hands still intertwined. She tried pulling her hand after they went far from peoples view. He guessed that he's not ready to let her soft hands go yet. This might be the only chance he can take to revels in her touch.
She would steal a glance at their intertwined hand and his face from time to time. A small red spot will appear on her face when he caught her doing it. Dylan's lips struggle not to smile, and instead of actually smiling, he smirks cockily at her.
They came to a stop when a bench came into view.
He sat down and patted the seat beside him.
Jenny sat down and leaned onto the bench. Dylan hoped that she would not jump on him too soon. If he wanted a wife, she'd have to test them thoroughly.
"So, Jenny, how old are you?" he angled his body so he can face her.
The test of her name on his tongue was sweet.
"23." his eyebrows raised a bit at her short answer.
"We are 3 years apart, hmm?" he mumbled.
They started chatting on and on about their self and laugh at some funny remarks they make. He haven't told Jenny about his family background. Thinking back about it made him realize that he doesn't deserve her. She's a quiet girl, yet she's loud when she's comfortable.
He had never enjoyed himself around any other woman other than Valentina, Sam and...his mother and sister. Jenny was another one of them.
Their chat died down as they tried to calm their breaths from laughing so hard. Jenny is fun to talk with.
"Do you know about the gangs?" he asked all of a sudden.
"Yes." she nodded from his peripheral view.
"You are not scared of us?" he looked at her.
She looks at him as a frown slowly formed on her face, "I don't have a choice." her eyebrows knitted in stress.
"What do you mean?" his own eyebrows furrowed.
She bit her lip and looked away as silence engulfed them.
Did he say something wrong?
Dylan closed his mouth when her voice interrupted him.
"My dad died when I was six. My mother and I live using his leftover money. But, it was starting to get smaller and smaller. So, my mom had to do several works at one time to support our lives, my education and our bills.." she sniffled.
"...she never(Sniffle)...she never told me.." she bit her lip and inhale trying to hold her tears in its bay.
"...she has lung cancer since I went to Science University. I came back here a few days ago to work as a doctor, and she wasn't home. I found out from my neighbour that she was sent to the hospital one month before I came back..." she broke down as tears streamed out of her face.
Dylan scooted closer and lifted her on his lap as he rubbed her back. Holding her close to him. Luckily, she didn't protest.
"She had two more months to live as her lung cancer is on a chronic state. Nothing can heal her anymore. Oh, God! I feel selfish to use the money on to go to schools..." she stopped and sobbed harder on his chest.
"...she wanted me to get married before she closed her eyes. I was never interested in relationships because I was too busy making my mom proud with my study and having a job..."
Dylan's heart ached for her. Her tears had drenched his shirt, but he didn't care. He knows what it was like to lose a family. But, unlike him, she had to watch and wait for her mother's last breath.
In a twisted way, his heart warmed, knowing that she never had a relationship before.
"...I felt hopeless. I felt like I made a failure for the first time in my life. I don't know what to do, and even if I know, I don't know where to start. Then, I met Samantha when I do a little grocery shopping to cook my mom's favourite meal..." a chuckle escaped from her mouth.
"We wanted the same thing, and we fought over it. There's only one left, and I really need it, and Sam doesn't want to give up..." Dylan's lips formed a grin, and his eyes squinted imagining Sam fighting over groceries. Indeed, she wasn't one to give up easily.
"... Sam's bodyguard started coming over, and I panicked. So, I kneel and beg for the grocery. She was startled at my actions. At one point, I almost...I almost..."
Dylan looked down at her, and she hides her face in her hands. Nonetheless, he still can see her blushing.
"You almost...what?"
"I almost...wailed like a six-year-old child..." she said the last part in a low voice making him strain his ear to hear her.
Almost instantly, a laugh erupted from his mouth. After calming down a bit, Dylan look down at Jenny narrowing her eyes at him and the image of her actually crying at the grocery shop played in his mind.
He can't contain the laugh bubbling inside his chest as he once again burst out laughing with tears threatening to spill from the amount of laugh that escaped his mouth.
"It's not funny!" she hit his chest repeatedly as her face turns completely red.
"It..is!" he managed to choke out the word.
"Stop laughing!" she scrambled out of his lap, and his laugh immediately slowed to a stop.
She stood glowering at him with her arms crossed as Dylan look at her with admiration and acceptance. He never thought he could laugh that much since...since his family's incident.
"Come here." he gestured for her to come closer with his index finger.
"What do you want?" she pursed her lips and took a step towards him.
When she was close enough, Dylan leans forward and pull her to him, making her land on his lap with a squeal.
"Hey!"
He ignores her burning glare, "What happens, after...that?" the edges of his mouth twitch a little as he put an emphasize to the words ‘that'.
"Sam asked me to get up and ask me why I need it so bad, and I explain to her I need it to make my mother's favourite meal. She suddenly hugged me and apologized for being stubborn. After paying for the groceries, Sam suddenly approached me and asked if I have a boyfriend. I was curious as to why she wants to know when we barely know each other and when I said no,-" he cut her off.
"-she danced with big smiles and mischievous eyes and asked if you would like to meet her son, am I correct so far?" he looks at her as his fingers twirl her strawberry hairs curls.
She nodded with a faraway look on her face.
"...and when you think about your mom's wish, you couldn't help but take the opportunity, right?"
She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms and his eyes were immediately drawn to where her arms rest.
"You pervert! My eyes up here!" she put her fingers on his face and raise it to face her.
"Ah! Can't I look at my fiance's body?" he winked at her.
She scoffed, "Who said I agree to be your fiance? I didn't say anything!"
Dylan thought about everything. He was bad for Jenny, and she needed his help.
What if he married her until her mom took her last breath and then divorce her?
She deserves someone else that is better than him. Someone who has an ordinary life.
His body tensed at the thought. A sudden possessiveness takes over him. The idea of Jenny being in the arms of another man make his blood boiled.
No! She's mine!
"Well, aren't you looking for one right now? And why did you agree so easily to meet someone's son? What if it was someone you hated or someone who's ten years older than you? Next time, don't be so reckless! You can be tricked by bad people!" he can't help the words from coming out of his mouth.
Her mouth formed into a pout and her eyes squinted as a lone tear fell from her eyes.
"I'm S-sorry..." she lowered her head.
Dylan instantly felt bad for scolding her. He understands that she needs to find a man to marry and fulfil her mother's wish. But, the thought of her with someone else riled him up.
He sighed and hugged her close to him.
"I'm sorry but isn't this what a husband should say?"
Just like that, her usual self came back as fast as a flash of lightning.
"Who said anything about you being my husband?!"
