Chapter 360
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“M-Mr. Scott…” the nurse whimpered, tears sliding down her cheeks as if hoping her dramatic display might win sympathy.
But it had the opposite effect. Dylan’s expression grew colder, his disgust palpable. Her performance didn’t move him—it repulsed him.
Sensing she was losing control of the situation, the nurse inhaled shakily. In a moment of reckless desperation, she lunged toward him.
Dylan reacted in an instant. He snatched the nearest pillow and used it as a barrier, shoving her back with unfiltered force.
The nurse hadn’t expected such a swift response. She stumbled, losing her balance, and landed hard on her backside with a loud thud.
“Security!” Dylan’s voice roared through the room like thunder. His eyes blazed, barely held back by restraint.
Within moments, two towering guards burst through the door. “Yes, Mr. Scott?” one of them asked, already assessing the situation.
Dylan’s gaze sliced toward the nurse like a blade. “Throw her out,” he ordered. “Right away.”
Without hesitation, the guards grabbed the nurse by the arms, lifting her with ease.
“Let me go!” the nurse screeched as she was hoisted off her feet. “Put me down!” But her cries fell on deaf ears. The guards showed no mercy, dragging her out of the room with ruthless efficiency. When they reached the hallway, they unceremoniously tossed her onto the cold, hard floor outside.
She was the first nurse in history to be physically thrown out of Dylan’s ward. Not long ago, she had been gloating to her coworkers, confident she would win Dylan over. She’d told them to expect good news, claiming she’d charm her way into his world. Now, not only had she failed, but she had been humiliated and discarded like nothing more than trash. The sheer embarrassment of it all was unbearable.
The nurse caught sight of a few colleagues watching nearby, some struggling to hold back their laughter. Face burning, she scrambled to her feet and fled down the hallway.
Back in the ward, Christina was still processing what had just unfolded when she heard Dylan’s voice—this time much softer, almost tender—calling her name.
“Christina…”
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Christina stared at Dylan, caught off guard by the sudden tenderness in his tone.
Noticing her hesitation, Dylan tilted his head slightly.
“Is that okay with you?”
His voice was low and smooth—like silk draped in smoke—carrying a subtle charm that sent a warm tremor through her.
“Yeah,” she murmured after a moment.
Without further explanation, he handed her the cushion the nurse had touched.
“Would you mind tossing this out?”
“You some kind of germaphobe?” Christina asked, eyebrows pulling together as she took it. Really? One quick touch and it needed to be discarded?
“Kind of,” he replied.
Instead of heading to the trash, she casually flicked it onto a nearby couch.
“That good enough?”
“It’ll do,” Dylan said.
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