Chapter 1037:
The thought of Finlay’s murderous intent toward Christina made a cold gleam flash in Dylan’s eyes, a flicker of hostility buried deep. He had intended to deal with Finlay later, but someone else had struck first. Who could it be…? Suddenly, it came to Dylan—the man astride that heavy motorcycle, the one who had swept Christina into his arms and away from danger.
Dylan’s gaze narrowed, sharp with realization. That man was Terrence. He could tell that Terrence harbored an obsessive hunger for Christina and was dangerous to the core.
“Nothing,”.
Christina said while slipping her phone away, her lips curving warmly at Dylan.
The moment she looked over, Dylan’s expression had softened, open and guileless like a child’s, and the frost vanished completely.
Christina exhaled silently, uncertain how long it might take for Dylan to truly heal. The human brain remained endlessly intriguing; frequently, examinations showed nothing, yet problems persisted. Despite being the legendary healer King, she remained unable to determine precisely what troubled his brain.
Dylan’s performance was flawlessly convincing; Christina had never suspected he was pretending. Besides, given his former detached demeanor, she assumed he would scorn such tactics.
“I want to go home, Chrissie,”.
Dylan said, his gaze fixed upon Christina with eyes so pure that they revealed no hint of his charade.
“We’ll check your condition later this afternoon,”.
Christina answered gently. Returning to the Scott family residence was not practical now, nor was traveling far from the hospital wise, should an urgent crisis arise. If a sudden crisis struck, every heartbeat would matter. After all, certain illnesses, overlooked during the vital rescue window, could result in fatality. Regardless of her extraordinary medical ability, she still depended on hospital machinery.
Christina’s brows furrowed slightly, barely noticeable. She needed to ask Chloe whether the Scott family possessed any property close to the hospital. If not, they would secure a rental nearby.
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“Alright. I’ll do as you say.”.
Dylan agreed compliantly, his manner gentle and obedient like a faithful companion.
Christina continued struggling to reconcile this Dylan with the one she remembered. They seemed utterly different, resembling twin brothers bearing opposite dispositions. Beyond their identical features, no similarity remained.
Dylan had changed with startling intensity.
Her eyes lingered on Dylan as his gaze intertwined with hers.
Christina’s heart skipped a beat. Truly, Dylan’s visage resembled a divine masterpiece, impossibly flawless. Regardless of changes in his spirit, that visage stayed strikingly magnetic, enthralling observers of any generation. Without warning, Dylan leaned nearer, leaving Christina’s breath uneven and her chest pounding.
As Christina’s pulse raced faster, her lungs felt constricted, as though her heart might escape her chest. Her attention slipped downward, resting on his enticing lips, an ember of yearning awakening within her, urging her to swallow hard.
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