Chapter 1059:
Terrence tracked their movements as they slipped into the car and drove off, yet his finger never pressed the trigger again. The risk of inadvertently hurting Christina while aiming for Dylan was too great. That first bullet had almost ended Dylan’s life, but Dylan had been lucky enough to step forward just in time. If Christina hadn’t moved, Dylan never would have shifted—ultimately, it was Christina who had saved him.
Terrence’s eyes burned with anger. The more Christina showed care for Dylan, the more desperately he wanted Dylan erased. He convinced himself that only Dylan’s death would tear her attention away and direct it toward him. He had always despised Dylan. Now, he craved Dylan’s death more than anything. To Terrence, Dylan was a thorn buried deep in his flesh, something that needed to be ripped out without delay.
Someday—Terrence swore it—he would take Dylan’s life with his own hands.
When Christina pulled the car into the garage, she finally felt a bit safer and exhaled quietly. She stepped out, seized Dylan’s hand, and led him into the house in silence.
Sensing the turmoil in her, Dylan called out gently, “Chrissie?”
“Don’t speak,”.
Christina answered, her face stern and unyielding.
Dylan obediently fell silent, his eyes fixed on her with raw concern. What was troubling her so deeply?
Christina guided him into his room and drew the curtains shut with firm hands. Then, without warning, she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
Dylan could feel her heart hammering against him, her body trembling. Was she frightened? He froze for a moment, clearly not seeing this coming, and his chest tightened instantly.
He patted her back gently and whispered comfortingly, “Chrissie, don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.”
“You almost died… Do you know that?”.
Christina’s face was buried in his chest, her voice choking with emotion. Her body quivered even harder, and her grip on him only tightened.
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She had known the truth all along, but forced herself to stay composed—protecting both herself and him, leaving no room to dwell on it. Her single focus had been to escape alive, to shield them both from danger. Now that they stood in relative safety, her taut nerves loosened slightly, and fear slithered in, making her hands and feet go cold while tremors overtook her body.
“That was too close… I almost lost you.”.
Suddenly, Christina burst into tears, her shoulders shaking as she wept into his chest.
Never before had she felt such terror, not even when trapped alone in that nightmarish camp. Not even during moments when her own life had been dangling by a thread had she cried this way. Perhaps it was her fear of losing Dylan—or maybe it was years of pent-up emotion finally breaking free. But only in Dylan’s arms did she allow her vulnerability to surface. Whenever she was near him, a strange, unshakable sense of safety always washed over her, and maybe that was why her guard slipped.
Dylan’s body stiffened, utterly caught off guard. So it was the fear of losing him that had cracked her defenses and driven this storm of emotion. He should have been overjoyed—but instead, a complicated heaviness pressed at his heart.
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