Chapter 1785
Belle thought that Dylan must be sick.
Seriously sick!
Her hand shot out and landed on Dylan's forehead, trying to check if he had a fever.
Dylan remained calm as he gently removed her hand. Just as Belle was about to speak again, he cut her off, "I already know about it."
"What? You know?!
"How do you know? When did you find out? Did John tell you, too? Why didn't you tell me?!"
Belle exploded with questions.
Dylan knew? And he didn't even tell her?
She just felt like her whole world was collapsing!
Earlier, when she saw John heading to the restroom, she followed him, intending to talk some sense into John while also trying to matchmake Naomi and Scott.
However, John never went into the men's room. He just stood at the public sink outside, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water onto his face over and over, as if trying to extinguish the fire raging inside him.
Yet, it did not seem to help. After splashing water repeatedly, he suddenly punched the sink counter, making

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