It seemed that my daughter had a good sense of humor.
Dylan's expression didn't soften. His gaze was intense as he continued, "What does she mean by those things she said? Are you thinking of cheating?"
I hadn't figured out how to respond.
Rebecca raised her hand and asked, "Handsome Sir, what's cheating?"
Dylan pursed his lips and replied, "It means your mom being with me."
Rebecca nodded, looking serious as she turned to me. "So, Mom, are you going to cheat?"
Dylan tapped the table with a casual air. "I'd like to know too."
Wait a minute.
For cheating to happen, I had to be in a relationship first.
"Speak."
Seeing I was lost in thought, Dylan impatiently tapped the table again.
Nervously, I nodded instinctively.
Dylan's face darkened instantly. "Debby, why on earth would you think I, Dylan, would lower myself to be your lover?"
Terrified, I shook my head rapidly. "No, no, no, that's not what I meant!"
Denying it didn't make Dylan's expression any less gloomy. In fact, he seemed even more angry. "So what you're saying is—I'm not even good enough to be your lover?"
I was on the verge of tears.
Either answer was wrong!