Chapter 1058:
Dylan’s eyes brimmed with sympathy, aching to know how much hardship she had borne to master such composure. The moment earlier had been razor-close, and he felt absurdly lucky he had followed her out of instinct, barely dodging the sniper’s shot. Had he not taken that step, it would have been his skull—not the glass ornament—that had shattered.
“Chrissie…”.
Dylan’s voice caught, his eyes glistening red.
Seeing his watery gaze, Christina assumed he was frightened. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you,”.
she murmured to soothe him.
Dylan’s eyes shimmered. Even now, she was determined to shield him beneath her wings. His heart only grew more resolute—he would protect Christina with his life, no matter the cost.
“Stay close to me. Don’t drift away,”.
Christina instructed firmly. The bullet was likely meant for Dylan, and leaving him alone would only paint a clearer target on his back.
Christina’s mind raced as she analyzed the situation. She had no idea if the sniper had already shifted to a new vantage point where Dylan could be exposed from another angle. Remaining here wasn’t an option. If the sniper persisted, sooner or later, the next shot would find them. If only she had a sniper rifle now—one more shot from the sniper, and she would have tracked the position and ended it cleanly. As it was, she had…
Christina had no choice but to gamble. She turned to Dylan and said, “Follow me when I run.”
“Okay!”.
Dylan nodded, unwavering.
Christina snatched up a black umbrella and a stuffed toy abandoned nearby. She hurled the toy forward with force, snapped open the umbrella, and pulled Dylan with her as they dashed out.
Both of them hunched low as they ran, weaving between parked cars to use them as cover.
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All around, the scene dissolved into chaos, with people darting and stumbling in their scramble to hide.
The shots never came again. Christina couldn’t tell if the sniper had already pulled out after missing, or simply struggled to aim through the panicked crowd. Even with the silence, she couldn’t allow herself to relax. In situations like this, letting her guard slip was no different from handing over her life. She knew the target wasn’t her, which made the odds of her being struck low. But Dylan—she would not let anything happen to him.
Holding hands with Christina, Dylan seemed utterly unfazed by the thought of being hunted. His eyes were fixed entirely on Christina, glowing with unshakable devotion.
This perilous escape felt reckless, terrifying—and yet, in its own way, heartbreakingly romantic.
In a concealed perch, a man steadied a sniper rifle in his hands.
Through the scope, Terrence locked his gaze on Christina, watching as she shielded Dylan without a second thought for her own safety. She was truly throwing her life on the line! But was Dylan really worth such reckless devotion? Terrence’s knuckles whitened as he clenched the rifle’s stock, his face shadowed with rage as hostility simmered inside him. A chill aura wrapped around him, his murderous intent fusing with fury until it swelled into a storm of malice.
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