Imogen glared at Dylan. “Your tongue is as sweet as ever, even though we haven't met for days. I don’t even know which words of yours are sincere and which aren’t.

“I dare not trust you, Dylan. I like mature and calm guys, not guys who speak nonsense and give empty promises.”

Dylan immediately put on a serious expression. “I’m very mature, Imogen. It’s not just empty talk. Every word I say comes from my heart.”

Was he not mature enough?

Dylan thought he was mature. If he rounded up his age, he was nearing thirty years old. He was not young anymore.

In a few years, he would be a middle-aged man.

“Okay. I was just making fun of you. Look at how nervous you got. When did you come?”

Imogen laughed when she saw Dylan getting nervous.

He cared about how she viewed him. The way he got anxious just because of her words showed he truly loved her.

Imogen no longer appeared before him as Chameleon Fox. She wanted him to understand that the person he loved was Imogen and not just anot