Chapter 477
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She couldn’t explain why—when in Dylan’s presence—her body would release every ounce of tension. After years of bracing herself for danger, uninterrupted rest had become foreign. But beside Dylan, sleep came quickly—deep, dreamless, peaceful. Maybe it was the aftermath of surviving gunfire and chaos that conditioned her to always remain half-alert. Yet, during those moments near Dylan, she could finally let go.
“I will,” Dylan replied, though inwardly, he had no intention of waking her. If she drifted off next to him again, he’d still carry her back without waking her.
“After today’s appointment, we’ll return to Dorfield,” Christina said, shifting topics.
“Alright,” Dylan muttered, sounding indifferent. The thought of Brendon in Dorfield made his face fall a bit. When would that pathetic excuse finally vanish from her world? If he hadn’t been so worried about upsetting Christina by interfering, he would have already taken action to wipe the Dawson name off the map. Brendon was nothing but a constant irritation.
Afternoon arrived. Sunlight bathed the hospital lot as Christina pulled in, just moments before the thunderous arrival of a flashy sports car that skidded into a space nearby.
The door, marked with elaborate angelic designs, popped open, and out stepped someone unmistakable. It was Robin.
“Look who made it, kiddo,” Christina teased, waving as a grin spread across her face.
Robin’s brows knitted together at the term she used, clearly displeased. Although he was a few years her junior, that label irked him, stirring a wave of annoyance he couldn’t quite suppress.
In the background, Dylan’s typically frigid presence softened ever so slightly, a small upward curl twitching at his lips. Satisfaction flickered in his gaze. Maybe he’d overthought things earlier—perhaps Christina had no romantic interest in Robin, the man significantly younger than her. Still, he remained on alert around any man near her, even if it were an insect buzzing too close.
“Stop calling me that!” Robin snapped, unable to hide his irritation. Aware that Christina was heading back to Dorfield, he had made the trip just to bid farewell, only to have his mood dampened by her teasing tone. She sure knew how to rub him the wrong way before leaving.
Robin stomped forward with a petulant huff. “Don’t bother coming back once you leave.”
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“As if you could stop me,” Christina replied, rolling her eyes in amused defiance. “Kitaso doesn’t belong to you.”
Robin’s sulking expression made him resemble a pouting child, and Christina found herself amused by the thought. Maybe having a younger guy around just to tease wasn’t so bad.
“I’m serious. Stay away,” Robin muttered, his words laced with petulance and obstinance.
“Sure, whatever. I wasn’t planning to return anyway,” Christina shot back with a shrug, unexpectedly complying.
Robin blinked, stunned by her response. He had assumed she would argue, but now, faced with her sudden agreement, he faltered, silently wishing he could take back what he’d just said. But doing so would be embarrassing.
With a gentle pat on his shoulder, Christina smiled. “Thanks for coming all this way, even though I’ve given you a hard time.”
“You!” Robin scowled, momentarily distracted by her words. “I wouldn’t have shown up if my grandfather hadn’t insisted!”
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