Chapter 83: Why, Dylan?

< Shirley > The rain was pattering hard against the window; the thunders louder than any bird could ever sing and the wind pushing harder than boat oars in the sea waves—such ominous weather it was. I let out a deep sigh while waiting for Dylan to arrive. I was at my parents' house right now, to introduce my new boyfriend to them. My celebration party was postponed due to the unexpected thunderstorm as well. It was really sunny in the morning, how did it turn out like this? It was around eight in the evening as I was helping my mom in the kitchen, occasionally glancing at the blurred window, hoping for the storm to die down. Just then the calling bell rang up. My face lit up like a lightbulb as I sprinted towards the main entrance to open the door before any maid could do that. As expected, it was my Dylie baby—I swear, he wouldn't hesitate to kill me if he heard that from my mouth. Dylan looked handsome and well-dressed as always with a shopping bag in one hand—probably gifts fo