Dylan did not run. It was too late anyway.

He had no choice but to sit and stay calm. He turned to look at Imogen with an intense gaze. She could not guess what he was thinking through his eyes.

Imogen leaned toward Dylan. They were so close that he could smell her faint fragrance.

He wondered what perfume she used. It was not overpowering and had a light and pleasant smell.

“Dylan,” Imogen uttered softly.

“I’m listening,” he replied.

“I have one question. What do you feel for me now? Are you pursuing me? If you are, why are you ignoring me?”

After pressing his lips, Dylan answered, “That was more than one question.”

He paused before adding, “Will you scold me if I tell you I don’t know? Will you think I’m a jerk?”

Dylan did want to pursue Imogen.

He thought she was great and Grandma May’s choice was never wrong.

If it had not been for that girl, he could have accepted spending the rest of his life with Imogen, even if he did not love her.

However, that girl was bo