Chapter 536
Ralphy’s nerves frayed as he struggled to find the right words. With each passing second, his anxiety mounted. Holy shit! A glance at Davina told him she might be getting the wrong idea. How was he supposed to explain the situation clearly?
Rarely at a loss for words, Ralphy found himself racking his mind to form a proper explanation. He feared that one bad choice of words would deepen Davina’s misunderstanding of him.
A teasing smile played across Davina’s lips as she remarked, “So, it was just you playing the hero, Ralphy. I never pictured you falling for someone like her.” Her attempt at lightheartedness landed all wrong, turning her words sharp with…
Sarcasm slipped from her lips before Davina could catch herself. A vague sense of discomfort crept up on her, leaving her uneasy.
Ralphy threw his hands up, eager to set the record straight. “No way! She’s definitely not my type. I was just trying to help out when things got messy.” Desperation sharpened his voice as he tried again. “Honestly, Davina, women like her aren’t my thing at all. I only stepped in because of the urgency of the situation.”
Before Davina had a chance to reply, the girl spoke up gently. “Ladies, please don’t talk like that toward these two gentlemen. They helped me out because of their golden hearts. They fought off those large men because of me. If it weren’t for me, this gentleman wouldn’t have gotten hurt…”
As she finished, she glanced at Dylan, making the implication of her last sentence quite clear.
The first impression of this girl had left Davina feeling neutral, almost sympathetic toward her, believing she was just caught in an unfortunate situation. That changed the moment those sweetly manipulative words spilled out.
Davina’s patience snapped, and she rolled her eyes. All it took was a few lines to reveal the truth—this girl wanted drama. Most women would have been a lot more genuine.
When Dylan’s injury came up, Christina nearly took a step forward to check on him. Concern prickled at her, but something uncomfortable kept her rooted in place.
Seeing her remain motionless, Dylan panicked even more. Was she mad at him? Ralphy’s advice echoed in his mind—if jealousy showed up, everything else would fall into place. Why did it feel like the situation was getting more complicated, and that Christina might even start to dislike him?
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Little did Dylan know, Ralphy—who always prided himself as a love expert—found himself out of his depth, even more rattled than Dylan. Excuses and explanations tumbled around in his head, but nothing seemed good enough to distance himself from the whole damsel-in-distress scenario.
Breaking the tense silence, the girl turned her attention to Dylan. “I’m really sorry that you ended up getting hurt because of me. Are you okay? Let’s go to the hospital for a check, okay?”
Her gentle voice wavered as she drifted toward Dylan, all wide eyes and delicate movements, the very picture of frailty meant to win sympathy from anyone watching.
“Ah!” The girl gasped in mock surprise. Deep down, she was actually excited, thinking this would finally be the moment she’d land right into Dylan’s arms. But once again, her little fantasy shattered as Dylan casually moved out of the way, not even flinching.
She landed flat on the ground again, her face twisting in discomfort as pain shot through her body. Did this man not have even a shred of chivalry in him? How could he just stand there and watch a delicate girl hit the ground like that? And not a single person stepped in to help her up, which only made it worse. The longer she sat on the ground, the more furious she became.