Chapter 1693

"If we don't let him vent, he might end up overthinking and running to your Scott or Naomi to bother them. Do you want him to play the third wheel between those two?" "Your Scott would probably grab a knife and come straight for me." Hearing this, Belle snorted, crossing her arms with a skeptical look on her face. "Dylan, don't tell me you're just trying to get some information out of John?" Dylan's peach-blossom-shaped eyes curved into a mischievous smile. "How could you say that? I'm helping your Scott and Naomi. I'm also helping John." "Yeah, right!" Belle rolled her eyes. "You're just curious—curious about why John is so concerned about Sister-in-law." "Don't think I can't see through you," she added, exposing his flimsy excuse. Dylan, unfazed even after being called out, glanced at his phone and checked the time. Then, he said, "It's getting late. Hurry up and go to bed. "Girls need their beauty sleep, or they'll get ugly." Belle's eyes widened in disbelief. She puffed up