Dylan was a very light sleeper, and he would struggle with insomnia if he slept in a foreign bed that wasn't his own. So, he couldn't have possibly spent his nights at the office as he claimed.I used to worry about him working too hard, thinking his body couldn't handle it. So, I worked even harder than before to earn more money for him, hoping to help him shoulder some of his stress.But now, I just found out that he hadn't been working overtime at the company at all.He had just been sleeping over at his second "home".He was a clean freak and a germaphobe. He didn't just change out of his bloodied clothes. He even took a shower.Soon, he came out of the shower with a head of wet hair, awkwardly taking the towel from Lynette and saying, "Sorry. I'll try not to come over as often next time."A hint of disappointment appeared in her eyes. She sighed and said, "You're being too courteous with me if you say that, Dylan. "After all, you're the one who bought this mansion for me.
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