Chapter 1069:
“Chrissie, I’m already missing you again.”
“Chrissie, come home soon, please?”
Christina typed her response, her lips curving into a smile that glowed with quiet joy. She replied to Dylan’s string of messages: “The bride and groom still haven’t arrived. Don’t worry. I’ll return once the ceremony wraps up. Just wait for me at home.”
Almost as soon as she sent it, Dylan shot back a reply. “Chrissie, are the bride and groom good-looking? I want to see them.”
Christina laughed softly, her mood light. “They’re very good-looking. I’ll snap some photos for you when they show up.”
She chatted with Dylan for a few minutes, until a sudden shout rang out. “The bride and groom are here!”
Christina quickly lifted her eyes and saw Lauretta and Dominic making their entrance.
Lauretta had already retouched her look, now radiant in a gown of pure white. From the ease in Lauretta’s and Dominic’s expressions, it was clear that the rescue had been pulled off smoothly, leaving Lauretta serene and composed. Christina wasted no time pulling out her phone, snapping pictures, and recording a short video before sending them off to Dylan.
Almost instantly, Dylan replied, “They look good! Chrissie, we should look that good too.”
The meaning of his words barely had time to sink in before she typed back, quick and playful. “Yes, we should look that good too.”
Only moments later came another message from him. “Chrissie, we’ll look even better when we get married.”
Christina had just raised her glass for a sip of juice when she read his words. Caught completely off guard, she nearly choked on her drink.
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As she coughed, a tissue appeared in front of her.
She lifted her gaze to see a stranger offering it with a smile. His grin unsettled her; his sleep-deprived eyes carried a shrewd, worn-down edge that made her wary. The man’s features were ordinary, his smile greasy, and his stare carried a faint trace of malice.
“Thank you,” Christina said curtly, refusing his tissue and taking one of her own to dab at her lips.
Sensing her guardedness, the man swallowed his irritation and instead introduced himself with practiced charm. “I’m Judd Barker. Ever heard of the famous Barker Group? I am the head there.”
“You can call me Miss Jones,” Christina replied coolly, her indifference plain. Her aloof response cut at Judd’s pride, all the more with his friends watching, their smirks mocking.
Judd and his friends had just placed a wager—if Judd managed to bed this woman, each of them would hand over a lucrative partnership project. To win both a stunning woman and a pile of profitable deals—only a fool would say no.
Judd’s thoughts slithered into darker corners as his gaze roamed over Christina, his intent anything but pure. She was breathtaking—her beauty radiant, her figure graceful, and her legs long and endlessly enticing. Vulgar fantasies clouded his mind, nearly making him salivate, each thought only feeding his growing desire and restlessness.
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