Dylan was more patient than I expected. This further proved how serious Isaac's condition was.
How could I get Dylan to give up?
While I was thinking, Rowan came in from outside, pouting and looking unhappy.
"Ms. Walker, did your family arrange a blind date for you? Are they here to take you back?"
I was speechless. What scenario was he imagining now?
Dylan wasn't here to take me back. He was clearly here to take my kidney.
Rowan said, "Ms. Walker? Ms. Walker?" He waved his hand in front of my face.
Annoyed, I said, "Fine, whatever you say."
Rowan's face immediately scrunched up. He pouted, looking unhappy.
I didn't want to deal with him. I continued thinking about how to get rid of Dylan.
After a while, Rowan brought a small stool and sat in front of me.
"Ms. Walker, why don't you tell your brother you have a boyfriend? That way, they won't take you away."
I said helplessly, "Where am I supposed to find a boyfriend now?"
Rowan leaned closer to me with a faint scent of orange.
"Isn't there one right here?"
6
Rowan's idea was simple. Let him pretend to be my boyfriend to deter Dylan.
I found it ridiculous and immediately refused, but Rowan became even more persistent.
"Didn't you say you liked a girl before? Now you want to pretend to be my boyfriend? Aren't you afraid she'll be mad? Besides, I don't need a fake boyfriend!"
Facing my anger, Rowan lowered his head. His voice sounded particularly hoarse. "Have you really never known that the person I like is you?"
After he finished speaking, he looked up and quietly watched me. His eyes were full of hidden emotions.
Hearing this, I felt a headache coming on.
"Let's close early today," I said.
After tidying up the shop, I took Freya home.
Rowan and Dylan followed me, one on each side, like two debt collectors. Strangely, they seemed to be getting along well.
I saw Dylan giving Rowan a gentle smile as we passed a corner.
When we reached the entrance, Rowan stopped following. Dylan quickly approached me and asked, "Is he your boyfriend?"
"What if he is? What if he isn't?" I said.
"I shouldn't interfere in your personal life, but this guy isn't right for you. He's scheming. Be careful," he said.
His evaluation of Rowan was unfriendly. I was a bit puzzled.
It was evening, and the golden sunlight brushed his eyelashes, making his eyes look dazzling yet cold.
Suddenly, I remembered a Jones family gathering from a few years ago.