His Beloved Mate

Chapter 113 Farewell Greeting

Hearing someone call Dylan, Cassie's action of pouring Cola suddenly stopped. She glanced at Dylan

out of the corner of her eye. The atmosphere was awkward.

'Isn't it good if I don't greet him before he leaves?'

Raising her head, Cassie asked awkwardly, "Why are you back?"

Dylan stopped, looked back at her and said three words coldly, "To get something."

Dylan looked at her and frowned. Her nightdress was a little short, about three centimeters long above

her knees. A gust of wind blew. The nightdress on her body reflected her good figure.

"No other pajamas at home?"

Cassie looked at Dylan curiously and then looked down at her pajamas. Then she understood what he

meant.

She put down the cola in her hand and felt her legs ached after shopping for the whole afternoon.

Cassie didn't want to move any more. She retorted, "I am at home..."

Dylan's sharp eyes fell on her. He lifted his lips and interrupted her forcefully, "Go and change a new

one."

Cassie sat down on the sofa, "My legs ache and I can't walk."

'Could this be a reason?'

After staring at her for a while, Dylan said impatiently, "Whatever."

The news in the afternoon was still lingering in his mind. Cassie didn't say anything. When Dylan went

downstairs, she was sitting at the table and eating chicken drumsticks, ignoring him.

It seemed that something was wrong. Belle didn't persuade her until Dylan went out, "Cassie, what's

wrong with you and the CEO?"

Taking a sip of the ice coke, Cassie took a tissue and wiped her hands. She smiled and said, "I'm fine.

Anyway, he's just like that."

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In the studio

The fan on the ground blew Betty's elegant hair. Standing in the limelight, she was elegant and

charming. The necklace around her neck and the jewelry around her wrist set off her extraordinary

temperament.

"Well, everyone, thank you. This is coffee Betty treats you."

When they heard Malcolm, they stopped what they were doing and said, "Thank you, Betty."

Betty sat down to the chair, the assistant poured a glass of water for her and said, "Here you are."

Taking it over, Betty smiled and said, "Thank you."

The assistant shook her head and went back to have a cup of coffee.

She asked Malcolm, "How about the text I asked you to send out?"

With a smile on his face, Malcolm said, "Hey, Betty. Haven't you read the Hot Topics this afternoon?

Mrs. Cassie had bought a lot of things in B.S Shopping Mall to vent her anger."

The corners of Betty's mouth lifted slightly. She was in a good mood and said with a smile, "Well..."

'Cassie, it's your fault to push Mr. Dylan into my arms.'

Malcolm rarely saw her being so happy for so long. Putting down the glass of water in her hand, Betty

turned around and asked Malcolm, "I asked you to help me contact the editor. Have you contacted

him?"

Nodding his head, Malcolm asked curiously, "Betty, I never asked you anything before, but this time, I

have to ask you. You won't act recklessly, will you? "

Betty chuckled, "Don't worry. I won't do anything stupid."

'How could it be acting recklessly to deal with Cassie?'

Dylan would spend half a month abroad. During this period of time, apart from writing and reading the

manuscript, Cassie also asked how everything was going with Yvette and Alice. Occasionally, she

would watch a movie with Flora and Shirley.

She was free these days. However, Cassie always felt that something was missing.

"Cassie, bad news."

When Cassie was writing the draft in the study room, Cheryl came in in a hurry. She paused and

asked, "What's wrong? Why are you in a hurry?"

With a serious look on her face, Cheryl said, "Something happened to the plane Mr. Dylan took."

Cassie stood up in disbelief and asked, "What did you say? !"

The plane crashed... The plane crashed?!

The news came so suddenly that it was ringing in Cassie's ears.

Her mind went blank for a moment, and hot tears burst out from her eyes. Her heart seemed to be

gripped tightly.

The last time she was in such a panic was when her father was kidnapped. She pursed her lips and

took a deep breath to comfort herself. She sobbed, "Calm down. You have to calm down!"

Cheryl held on to her and asked, "Now both Owen and grandma are waiting for news at home. Are you

going there?"

Her strength seemed to have been taken away by Cheryl.

Grandma... Owen

Cassie came back to her senses. Yes, Owen and grandma. Now, they were probably more worried

about Dylan than she was.

She said softly, "Take me there."

With a heavy heart, Cheryl nodded. She helped Cassie to sit down on the sofa and immediately called

the driver to prepare the car.

Cassie staggered downstairs with the support of Cheryl. When she arrived at grandma's home, Pearl

didn't cry. Instead, she sat calmly on the sofa and asked Alisa to contact the airline for information.

Seeing this, Cassie was afraid that grandma would be sad seeing her red eyes. She quickly wiped the

tears from the corners of her eyes. She choked with sobs and smiled as usual, "Grandma."

She had just cried, and her eyes were still red. Hearing the familiar voice, Owen and grandma looked

at her together. Grandma replied and asked Cassie to sit down on the sofa.

After all, Cassie was only 22 years old. Although she thought she had seen a lot of ups and downs, she

couldn't help but shed tears in the face of Dylan's life was uncertain.

Her reaction made her grandma's eyes turn red. She held Cassie in her arms and coaxed softly, "It will

be okay. Dylan will be okay."

Owen didn't look well. He patted his grandma and Cassie's back, and comforted them gently, "Don't

worry. My brother is very lucky. He will be fine."

In the evening, Alisa knew that they were in a bad mood, so she only cooked some bird's nest porridge.

The lively atmosphere at the table was no longer as before. Holding the bowl wall, Cassie barely

scooped up a few mouthfuls of bird's nest porridge and sent it into his mouth, but in the end, she still

couldn't eat it.

Afraid that grandma would worry about her, Cassie pressed his lips and said, "Grandma, Owen. I'm full.

"

Seeing that the bird's nest porridge in her bowl didn't reduce much, Owen frowned and asked, "But..."

Afraid that grandma and Owen might overthink, Cassie smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm fine. Before

Dylan left, he said that I gained some weight. I'm going to lose weight. "

Grandma looked at her suspiciously, and Cassie smiled at her casually, trying to dispel her doubts. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Granny didn't say anything more. She just said to Cassie, "Go take a rest."