His Beloved Mate
Chapter 70 Cassie Was Not Only Interested In His Perfume

Cassie was not only interested in his perfume, but also in everything of him!!

She pretended to be silly with a smile and stuttered, "No. I just think it smells good."

Dylan chuckled, rubbed her head and cursed, "Stupid."

Cassie pouted and mumbled, "Don't call me stupid!"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

There was a knock on the door. Through the monitor, Dylan saw it was Cheryl. He ordered, "Come in."

She smiled at them and said, "Mr. Dylan, Mrs. Cassie. Dinner is ready."

In the dining room, Dylan carefully cut the steak for Cassie and pushed it in front of her. "Eat it."

Suddenly, the light of the restaurant flashed. The whole West Mountain Linyu fell into darkness in an instant. Dylan got flustered. His hand was trembling, and the knife and fork in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Sitting next to him, Cassie could clearly feel his panic.

"You... What's wrong?"

As she spoke, she put her hand on Dylan's wrist, trying to warm him up.

In the dark room, only the moonlight shone in. Dylan's hands were still shaking. Somehow, Cassie had the courage to hold Dylan in her arms. She patted him on the back and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid. "

There was unprecedented panic in Dylan's voice. He trembled his lips and shouted, "Cassie..."

Cassie froze for a while. When she heard Dylan call her name, she smiled sweetly and answered, "I'm here."

The light of the restaurant was on again soon.

The smile on Cassie's face froze when Dylan saw her. Cassie looked at Dylan in astonishment. Beads of cold sweat began to form on his forehead. She quickly took out a piece of tissue and wiped it for him. Carter had already arrived. He explained, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dylan. There's a problem with the circuit, but it's been solved."

With a darkened face, Dylan looked at Carter and said in a cold voice, "I hope this is the first and last time."

Carter sweated and nodded seriously. "Yes. Okay. "

Cassie felt weird, 'Isn't the capitalist afraid of nothing? Why was he afraid of the darkness? Why did Carter look so serious? The light was off for just a moment. Why did Dylan look like that?' Cassie asked Dylan wonderingly," What's wrong with you? The light just turned off a while. Why did you look like..."

Before she could finish her words, Dylan gave her a cold look and interrupted, "Mrs. Cassie! You'd better not ask anything you shouldn't ask! '

Her sweet heart was frozen by Dylan's words. Her face slowly darkened. She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Cassie ate the steak quietly. After quickly finished it and she said to Dylan, "I'm going upstairs."

This time, Dylan didn't talk to her. He just sat there quietly.

Carter, who was standing aside, felt a little strange. He lifted his lips, wanted to ask something, but did not.

Cassie was up and turning all night. She was not the only one who didn't fall asleep.

The bedside table lamp was still on. She turned on her phone and wanted to replace some information on the Internet.

"Dylan Lu is afraid of darkness." she entered the words into the phrase library, but it turned out to be none.

Then why? The capitalist's face suddenly changed today. It seemed that something that she didn't know must had happened. Otherwise, he wouldn't be like this.

Early in the morning, when Cassie went downstairs, she saw some servants, carrying a lot of luggage on the square in front of the gate of the West Mountain Linyu, were about to leave. She craned her neck, looked at the servants curiously and asked Carter, "Carter, what happened to those people?"

Carter explained, "They were on duty last night."

Cassie exclaimed, "Really?! Just because of this, the capitalist fired them?! That's too much!"

She turned around and was about to get even with Dylan, but Carter stopped her and said, "Mrs. Cassie."

Hearing that, Cassie turned around and frowned at Carter. "What's wrong?"

Carter looked at her seriously and said, "It's not worth it. I don't want you to quarrel with Mr. Dylan for such a trifle."

Cassie chuckled, "A trifle? Since it was not a big deal, why did he fire them?!"

Now it was Carter's turn to be speechless. He lifted his lips and could only watch Cassie turn around and leave.

She went upstairs in her high heels and rushed to the study room. She was angry, but when she held the vintage complex doorknob, her hand suddenly stopped. She pursed her lips awkwardly. She whispered, "Capitalist?"

No one answered.

The aisle was empty, and she was the only one standing there.

Cassie breathed a sigh of relief and plucked up the courage to walk in. This was the first time she had walked into the study room of Dylan alone. She almost forgot that the capitalist was not at home. It wasn't Saturday today. Dylan should be in the company now.

"Forget it. Just take a look."

Dylan's study room was European retro style. As soon as she entered, she could see several curved French windows with gorgeous and thick curtains on both sides. The light was very good. The wood floor in front of the desk was covered with a red Persian carpet. Behind the desk was a painting. Cassie had heard about it on the Internet that the Setting Sun was invaluable.

Dylan had always had a good taste. Cassie walked to the wall and looked at the painting carefully.

There was a non-obvious convex button on the wall paper beside the frame.

"What's this? Will there be something like a dark room like what is showed on TV play?"

As she spoke, Cassie pressed the hidden button beside the frame curiously.

As she expected. The two bookshelves against the wall opened slowly. There was indeed a dark room inside!

Shock filled Cassie's eyes. She looked at the dark room behind the bookshelf, and her eyes were fixed on the door of the dark room as if she was glued to a magnetic stone. Cassie walked in curiously. The light was still on in the dark room, and the windows around were full of hair ropes and music boxes.

In the Office

On the other desk of Dylan's office, the screen suddenly lit up. His eyes suddenly changed, and another thought of him was instantly confirmed.

Someone broke into the dark room.

Collectomania?!

Her face darkened at the sight of these things. "He was really a girlish man. The hair ropes and music boxes were hidden in the dark room. People who don't know him might say that he is a freak! When Cassie was talking to herself, a screen behind her suddenly lit up. Through the reflection of the window glass, she saw a familiar figure! ---------