Chapter 1117:
“There’s no need. The doctor already examined me. I’m fine,” Dylan replied. In truth, his fall down the stairs and fainting spell had been nothing but an act. With Christina absent at that time, there had been no need to continue the charade.
“That’s a relief,” Christina said, glancing down at their joined hands. “Could you let go of me now?”
“Okay,” Dylan answered reluctantly. He knew he had to comply. If he stubbornly held on to her hand, would she start to dislike him? He had worked too hard to carve a little place in her heart to risk losing it now.
Christina discreetly exhaled. “Are you hungry?”
“No. I’d rather be discharged and go home,” Dylan said.
“Do you mean Cloudcrest Estate?” Christina asked instinctively. For her, when he mentioned home, Cloudcrest Estate was the only place in Dorfield that deserved the name.
Dylan’s unwavering eyes locked firmly on Christina, the intensity in his gaze carrying an unspoken weight. “No, we’re going back to Bayview Estates.”
“Oh.” Christina gave a light, teasing laugh, her lips curving playfully as she remarked, “I thought only Cloudcrest Estate could ever claim to be your one true home in Dorfield.”
Without hesitation, Dylan’s reply emerged with surprising tenderness. “My home is wherever you are, Chrissie.”
His words were charged with a depth of feeling that flooded his expression, and in his gaze burned a love that was impossible to disguise.
Christina froze, utterly taken aback, her breath catching. She had never imagined such warmth would spill so easily from his lips. Had this man, after days of being in a muddled state, suddenly unearthed a hidden gift for disarming charm? The simplicity of his declaration pierced her heart with a force she could neither resist nor explain.
Dylan, unwilling to let the moment pass, extended his hands and gathered both of hers into his firm grasp. His eyes searched hers with unshakable sincerity as he asked with quiet intensity, “Chrissie, will you give me your answer now?”
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Christina faltered, her voice trailing, uncertainty breaking her rhythm. She had an answer in her heart, but his sudden question caught her off guard, leaving her at a loss for words.
With calm patience, Dylan leaned closer and spoke with profound earnestness. “Chrissie, no matter the decision you make, I’ll honor it. I’ll never force you, and I’ll stand by you in whatever path you choose.”
If anyone else had spoken such words, Christina might have doubted them. But Dylan was different—every syllable he uttered carried weight, and she believed him without reservation. He was a man of integrity, one whose promises were not made lightly but bound to his very soul.
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