Chapter 504 He is not a Saint

Even though she knew that Dylan Collins would never use these kinds of things, there was something striking about the contrast between his serious face, austere expression, and the incongruous thing he held in his hand. It stirred something within.

A blush crept upon Hallie Morgan's face and she quickly turned away.

All of this was her fault, and now he was cleaning up after her.

"Honestly, I can handle it. You've probably never seen these things before; it's just too embarrassing..."

Dylan Collins chuckled teasingly, looking at the girl who was steadfastly avoiding his gaze.

"Really? You've seen them before?"

"Yeah, I used to sell these things to make money. It was a profitable business..."

"..."

It seemed like this girl had done everything.

Dylan Collins's expression froze briefly, throwing the item into a box with a touch of displeasure.

"So you must have done some research, you know how to use them?"