Chapter 636
Truthfully, Christina only stuck around because she wanted to talk to Dylan after these two were finally gone. If not for that, she would have left ages ago to avoid any more of their nauseating behavior.
Brendon threw a glance at Christina. Seeing her expression cold and unreadable, he assumed he’d gotten under her skin—oddly, that lifted his mood. Brendon left with Yolanda, feeling rather pleased with himself. As he passed Dylan, there was an unmistakable smugness in his stride.
Brendon knew Dylan would never fall for Christina, that lowly caregiver, yet he still felt like he’d come out on top. He was convinced Christina was hopelessly in love with him. That imagined sense of victory made his chest swell with pride.
Dylan’s face, on the other hand, was clouded over—dark and unreadable. He’d seen the smug glint in Brendon’s eyes. How dare Brendon treat Christina so terribly and still walk around acting like he’d won something? Clearly, Brendon hadn’t paid nearly enough for what he’d done.
Once Brendon and his crew were gone, Christina finally spoke. “Thanks for earlier,” she said.
“Just a small favor,” Dylan replied coolly.
His deep, glacial eyes stayed locked on her, searching her face for the slightest hint of emotion. But Christina’s expression was calm, distant—neither happy nor sad. Had Brendon hurt her that deeply? Or maybe she was just the type to nurse her wounds quietly, never showing weakness in front of others.
“Have you eaten?” she asked suddenly.
Dylan blinked, caught off guard, and then quickly said, “Not yet.”
The truth was, he’d skipped dinner on purpose, hoping for a chance to invite Christina to a meal.
“I haven’t eaten either,” Christina said. “Bethel mentioned wanting to have dinner with me. Would you like to join us?” She glanced at him. “If you’re not comfortable with that, that’s alright.”
“My pleasure,” Dylan replied immediately, not wanting to risk her taking back the offer. “I was planning to eat anyway.”
“Alright then. Let’s go,” Christina said, turning toward the Dawson mansion. Dylan kept his expression steady, but inside, his heart soared. He felt like he was walking on air.
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Meanwhile, Edwin sat in the car, watching Dylan’s figure disappear in the distance. He reached out, wanting to call Dylan back, but hesitated.
“Wait! My phone, Mr. Scott!” Edwin groaned in frustration, slumping back in his seat. With his phone still in Dylan’s possession from the earlier video display, he now had no way to reach him. All he could do was sit and wait.
In the Dawson Mansion, Bethel flashed Dylan and Christina a warm smile. “Are you hungry?” she asked kindly. “Perhaps a little dessert before dinner to tide you over?”
Her eyes, though lined with age, were sharp, quietly assessing Dylan as she spoke. If he could truly win Christina’s heart, she felt she could finally put her worries to rest. It seemed like a wise decision to entrust Christina to Dylan, who was far more trustworthy than Brendon, who had proven to be a disappointment.
But then, doubts crept in. Dylan came from the powerful Scott family. Could someone like him truly protect Christina from all the complications and chaos that came with wealth and legacy? Bethel didn’t want Christina to be dragged into another messy, high-stakes family war.