Chapter 1141:
“Do you really want me to sign this?” she asked, searching his gentle but steady eyes.
“Yes,” he replied, his voice firm.
He wouldn’t admit it, but without her signature, he felt vulnerable.
“It’s a gift—why not take it?” Davina teased, laughing.
She’d doubted Dylan before, but a man willing to give his empire away? No chance he’d back down. Davina silently gave her consent to their relationship.
Brendon? Not even close to Dylan’s league.
For the first time, Christina looked peaceful—and Davina couldn’t have been happier.
Christina hesitated at first. But with Dylan standing there—calm yet unrelenting—and the document showing no red flags, she finally picked up the pen and signed her name.
The moment her signature hit the paper, Dylan’s face lit up with an uncontrollable smile. To him, this was everything. Her agreement wasn’t just a formality—it was proof that he’d won her trust, maybe even her heart. That quiet confirmation filled him with something close to euphoria.
“I’m making dinner. What would you like?” Dylan asked.
Christina turned to Davina. “What do you want to eat?”
Davina didn’t hesitate. “Pineapple-glazed ham and boiled fish slices with ginger sauce. I’m easy with the rest.”
She wasn’t shy about it—this was her chance to indulge in Dylan’s cooking, and she was going to milk it.
Christina added a few more dishes to the list, and the three of them made their way to the kitchen as the girls helped Dylan prep.
Dinner was a hit. Davina was practically glued to her seat, savoring every bite like it was a five-star tasting menu.
“This ham is insane,” she said, eyes wide. “Seriously, this is next level.”
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“You like these. Here, have some more,” Dylan said, serving Christina extra portions of the ham and the ginger fish. It was almost like he was protecting her plate from Davina.
Christina noticed and smiled faintly. “You should eat too,” she said, serving him a portion in return.
Dylan took a bite of what she’d served—and somehow, it tasted better than anything he’d ever made, like her gesture had added something extra he couldn’t name.
After the meal, the atmosphere was warm and light. Dylan looked at her like he had something to say but didn’t know how. “About Brendon…”
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