Go Back To The Villa

He stood at the door, very tall, blocking the faint light in the corridor. I looked up at him as if I were looking at a person who was pulled into the darkness.

"Take you back!" he said. As he spoke, he took out his backpack and the car key in his hand.

Something came from the bathroom door. I raised my hand to push Dylan away and said to the bathroom, "Demi, I'm going out!"

Then, he closed the door and pulled Dylan to the stairwell. "I know it's not appropriate to quarrel at this time."

His tone softened a little. "I plan to stay here for a while. Don't worry, my child. I'll take good care of him."

"Let's go back to the villa!" He said with a cold look on his face, "It's easy to take care of her with Aunt Aubree around!"

I frowned. "Dylan, I..."

"It's okay to stay here. Aunt Aubree and I will come and live with you," he said seriously.

I didn't catch my breath. After a pause, I said, "It's small here. You can't live here!"

"Then come back with me!"

I...