Chapter 1038:
He came closer still, and her inhalations grew unsteady. Was he preparing to kiss her?
Right as the thought surfaced in her mind, Dylan’s mouth curved into a radiant grin. “Chrissie, I’m inside your eyes.”
Dylan spoke with pure joy, pulling Christina’s thoughts back to reality. The storm of reckless notions in her head dissolved instantly. He now seemed so innocent and childlike, yet she had harbored such forbidden impulses, filling her with sharp self-reproach. Recalling the thoughts she’d entertained, heat climbed into her cheeks.
“Chrissie, see if you’re within my eyes,”.
Dylan murmured, leaning in once more, his gaze clear and innocent.
Their noses grazed, breaths mingling warmly across their skin, while Christina’s pulse hammered harder.
She fought to manage her inhalations, nearly losing rhythm. “Yes,”.
she answered, “I’m reflected in your eyes too.”
Christina drew several measured breaths, retreating just slightly to restore a gap between them. She subtly steadied her chest; if this continued, her heart might truly break free.
“You must be dazzling in my eyes,”.
Dylan said with a boyish, innocent smile.
Christina let out a soft laugh, and the tension in the air instantly melted away. She reached out to gently ruffle his hair and teased, “Well, you’re shining just as brightly in mine.”
A flicker of joy glimmered beneath Dylan’s clear and guileless gaze, and a warm sweetness rippled through his chest. It felt as though they had drawn a little closer. If he kept pushing forward, he was certain he would someday carve out a place in Christina’s heart.
Later that afternoon, the group moved to a property belonging to the Scott family, located near the hospital, where Dylan would be staying for the time being.
The news of Dylan’s “sickness”.
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had been sealed off, leaving Margot completely unaware of Dylan’s “memory loss.”
In the living room, Robin had already paced in circles around Dylan no fewer than ten times.
“Did he really lose his memory?”.
It was the same question Robin had asked again and again. By now, it sounded more like he was muttering to himself, since no one else seemed inclined to respond.
“Dylan is a lot less irritating after forgetting everything,”.
Robin remarked at last. Then, his eyes flicked over to Christina. “So, you really are Skybreaker, huh? You sly woman—you kept us all in the dark.”
His gaze swept over Christina, still trying to reconcile her with the image of the bearded, broad-chested Skybreaker those rumors had painted. The difference in appearance was staggering, not to mention the entire issue of gender.
“No way! Your disguise skills are off the charts. Where on earth did you get that muscle suit? Pass me the source, won’t you? I’ve scoured the market, and nothing even comes close,”.
Robin pressed eagerly, desperate to land one for himself.
“You won’t find it anywhere. The person who made them doesn’t craft them anymore,”.
Christina replied smoothly, weaving the lie without hesitation.
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