Chapter 606
But before he could get close to Christina, Dylan stepped in, stone-faced, blocking his path.
“Why are you blocking me?” the young Prince asked, visibly irritated. “I was only trying to hug her.”
“You’re a grown man. There should be boundaries,” Dylan responded, his tone monotone.
“Are you joking? I’m just thrilled! It’s just a simple hug!” The young Prince’s mood soured immediately.
“If you’re desperate to express excitement, feel free to hug me instead,” Dylan’s tone cut like glass.
The young Prince rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no thanks. Hard pass.” He loathed physical contact. Aside from his relatives, Christina, Perla, and Ashton were the only exceptions.
“Then return to your seat and stay put,” Dylan said with icy calm.
Truthfully, Dylan had no desire for a hug from the Prince either. But if the alternative meant giving up Christina to the Prince, he would rather suffer. That snapshot…
Christina wrapped in the young Prince’s hold flashed across Dylan’s mind. His icy stare remained fixed on the young Prince’s fingers. One thought crossed his mind: Should he go for one wrist or both?
The young Prince tried to slide around Dylan, but that chilling expression made him pause. Briefly. Especially when he noticed Dylan’s eyes locked directly on his fingers, like crosshairs.
Despite his royal status, the young Prince suddenly felt like a pawn in someone else’s game. Just like that, he retreated, flopping into his seat with a scowl. It was alright, he consoled himself. Another opportunity to embrace Christina would surely come. Christina was his mentor; if he wanted a hug, no one would stop him. To him, Christina, Perla, and Ashton were like family. As he sat down, the Prince shot Dylan a glare that could freeze lava. That man definitely had intentions toward Christina. Sure, Dylan was a vast improvement over that idiot Brendon, but still, back off. He figured he needed a plan—something clever to bring his mentor to Eighshire, away from this sketchy competitor.
While the young Prince was plotting, Dylan was silently scheming as well—how to claim Christina’s affection permanently. So far, everything Ralphy had advised had been a total flop.
An odd bit of advice popped into Dylan’s mind, something he had once read online. According to the article, winning someone over began with a good meal. Maybe that approach was worth another shot.
Just then, the Prince paused for a moment before trying to make his tone sound casual. “Tiana, when do you plan to travel to Eighshire? What about settling down there?”
Lаτєѕτ chɒρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝗇ovєls.𝒸𝑶𝓶
He genuinely wished his beloved mentor would stay nearby.
Only the words “settle down” seemed to reach Dylan’s ears, causing a tight knot in his chest. Would Christina even consider that possibility?
A calm facade was all Dylan could manage, even though anxiety buzzed beneath the surface. With practiced ease, he snuck a glance at Christina, quietly hoping for her rejection.
A soft smile appeared as Christina replied, “I’m not looking to live overseas right now.”