Chapter 1082:
“Yes, I can see you too,” Christina replied with a gentle smile of her own.
Dylan tilted his head slightly, his voice tinged with playful curiosity. “Chrissie, what took you so long to respond to my messages?”
His puzzled expression was almost too endearing to bear. Christina answered lightly, “I was in the middle of something.”
“What was it?” Dylan pressed, his eyes filled with curiosity.
Christina quickly shifted the topic. “Nothing important. Let me show you the wedding—it’s so lively here.”
With that, she turned the camera to the rear, giving him a view of the bustling festivities.
“I don’t want to see them. I want to see you,” Dylan said, his expression soft and pleading.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to watch the wedding?” Christina asked, her brow furrowing slightly. Hadn’t he been insistent about tagging along to witness the wedding atmosphere? Why the sudden change?
“You’re a greater sight to behold. I only want to look at you,” Dylan insisted firmly.
Left with no other choice, Christina turned the camera back toward herself. The moment Dylan saw her face again, his aggrieved look instantly melted into a radiant smile.
After chatting for a while, Christina finally ended the call and turned her attention back to the wedding.
Once Christina drove back and stepped out of the car, Dylan came running toward her.
“You’re back, Chrissie.” Dylan bent down slightly, wrapping his arms tightly around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Chrissie, I missed you so much.”
Dylan realized that playing the fool had its own advantages. It gave him the freedom to show his longing openly without restraint, and Christina wouldn’t think it strange at all. If he could, he would have kept up the pretense forever. But deep down, he knew it couldn’t last. Sooner or later, he would slip, and once Christina saw through his charade, she would be furious. He knew he needed to return to his normal self soon, though he didn’t want to.
At the thought, Dylan tightened his hold on Christina, pulling her even closer.
“Hey, hey, hey! You little fool! Hands off her!” Robin stepped forward, yanking Dylan away from Christina, clear annoyance etched across his face. “You don’t seem much like a fool right now. In fact, you look pretty sharp to me.” Robin eyed Dylan suspiciously, unaware that his guess was right on target.
“He’s so scary,” Dylan said in a mock-frightened tone, ducking behind Christina as though hiding.
“Robin, you’re being mean! Bullying my brother like this? Just wait—once he is back to his normal self, you might be the one in trouble,” Chloe scolded, planting her hands on her hips, her cheeks puffed out in indignation.
“Me, bullying him? Please!” Robin scoffed. Yet, in his heart, he admitted he was indeed seizing the chance to playfully mess around with Dylan. After all, Dylan was the man who had once stood at the pinnacle, out of reach for nearly everyone. If he didn’t seize the moment now, he might never get another chance.
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