Chapter 87

Dillon was speechless. Seriously? Seeing that he still had no intention of letting go, Estelle shoved him hard. Her one hand was still covering her nose, while the other flailed behind her, like she was searching for a weapon—anything she could use to hit him if needed. Dillon noticed the subtle move but didn't take it seriously. He raised a hand and gently stroked her chin, the way a lover might—surprisingly tender. A shiver ran down her spine. Her voice trembled. "Dillon, what are you doing? I'm warning you—don't try anything. I'm not the same Estelle you used to bully." Before she even finished speaking, a cold hand suddenly brushed against her cheek. She shuddered again, instinctively pulling back. Staring at him with alarm, she demanded, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "It hurt, didn't it?" he said suddenly, out of nowhere. Estelle froze. Dillon's brows drew tightly together, and for a moment, there was something almost like pain in his eyes. Was she seeing