Joshua's unintentional joke made Mia blush.

Control her husband? Her marriage to Dylan was a fake one.

Mia flashed an awkward smile. Dylan leaned back in his chair, resting one arm on the back of Mia's. From a certain angle of view, he seemed to be encircling Mia.

Dylan gave a sidelong glance at Joshua, and a trace of cattiness swiftly crossed his eyes.

"Do you want me to share your past experiences with your wife? They're not bad materials to entertain us all. What do you think?"

"Come on, Dylan. Don't threaten me with that. Everyone has a past, including you."

Joshua looked at Mia with interest, trying to capture her response to his words. However, the woman maintained a calm expression. Anna, on the other hand, glared at Joshua in disgust.

Both Dylan and Mia then burst out laughing.

Joshua made a rod for his own back.

"Anna, don't give me that look. You have a past too. Don't pretend to be innocent in front of me."

"I'm at least more innocent than you."

Anna, who kept reticent, suddenly retorted, which made Joshua choke on his own words.

Joshua's past was indeed quite wild.

He used to be like a stallion and enjoy himself in the forest of beauties.

Anna was a tough woman, but Joshua fell for her soon after they met each other.

After dinner, Dylan and Mia got seated in the back seats of the vehicle. Dylan did not drink a lot but leaned his head upon Mia's shoulder.

Mia was unsure whether Dylan was drunk or not and dared not push his off her shoulders.

"Where are you going, Mr. Powell?"

Ryan Baker, the driver, looked at Dylan through the rearview mirror with a flash of confusion in his eyes.

Dylan had never allowed himself to get drunk before. Was he too happy to control himself as he got married this day?

But the smell of alcohol on him was not strong at all.

Dylan lifted his eyes, and the look inside was clean and sober.

"Crescent Villa Area."

"Yes, sir."

"Wait! Can you take me home first?" Mia asked hurriedly.

Ryan started the car, ignored Mia's words, and drove straight towards the opposite of Mia's home.

Mia did not know whether they were on the road to Crescent Villa Area, but it was not the way back to her house.

Feeling somewhat frustrated, Mia shook Dylan, asking, "Mr. Powell, can you send me home?"

"Home?"

Dylan suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Mia to see her through.

"Home?"

Dylan moved closer to Mia, and his breathing spread over her face. Mia flinched, but the man kept approaching her.

"You're my wife now. Which home do you think you are going back to?"

With brilliance flashing across his deep pupils in the darkness, Dylan fixed his eyes upon Mia. The woman almost forgot to breathe.

"But our marriage is fake, so..."

Must they live under the same roof? Mia thought they agreed to put on a show only when it was necessary.

Mia abruptly fell into a bottomless abyss and became aware that the cooperation would not be smooth.

"We're now husband and wife. Remember it well. Also, call me Dylan, not Mr. Powell from now on."

Dylan glanced at Mia and squinted his eyes.

He then leaned back in his chair, spread his arms, rubbed his brows to relax, and said nothing else.

The lights on the road flashed, and the traffic was heavy outside the car window.

Mia looked out of the window and noticed her reflection on it, feeling somewhat irritated.

From the moment she agreed to Dylan's proposal, the man began to lead her by the nose, and Mia hated that.

"Stop the car!"

Mia's abrupt shout made Ryan's hands on the steering wheel shiver. Then, Ryan cast a nervous glance at the woman.

Through the rearview mirror, Ryan saw Mia's face covered by fury. She widened her bright, watery eyes and glared at Dylan.

Ryan curled up his lips quietly. It was the first time he witnessed someone take their anger out at Dylan.

He recalled that a woman pouted in a sulk once upon a time, and Dylan asked her to get out of the vehicle. This time, Mia's fury exploded directly. What was Dylan going to respond to her?

Ryan waited for Dylan's reaction with interest, but Dylan did not say anything for a good while. Was he asleep?

Mia moved closer to Dylan and furrowed her brows slightly.

Dylan's breathing was even, and his long eyelashes were still. It seemed that he was asleep.

"Dylan?"

Mia whispered in Dylan's ear and noticed that the man's eyelashes shivered slightly. Then, Mia narrowed her eyes.

"Dylan..."