Chapter 1187:
The logo and model were entirely new, unseen anywhere before. Resting on the hood was a crown of gold and rare diamonds, its brilliance dazzling under the lights.
That crown had been specially commissioned by Dylan for Christina, its great rarity worth tens of billions.
The red supercar, too, was a one-of-a-kind creation, designed solely for her.
It did not belong to any established brand; Dylan had created an entirely new brand for Christina, complete with its own logo and unique design.
This brand would never be available to anyone else—it existed only for her.
Both the car and the crown were singular treasures, made for Christina, who herself was beyond compare.
The fiery shade of red perfectly mirrored her bold, spirited nature.
Dylan set her gently on her feet and carefully slipped the blindfold away.
Yet Christina kept her eyes closed, honoring her promise not to open them until he gave permission.
“Can I look now?” she asked softly.
She hadn’t felt such anticipation since moments of life and death, when hope and survival teetered on a fragile thread. Her long-frozen heart seemed to melt in Dylan’s warmth, its hidden tenderness revealed.
She had never needed to lean on anyone. But in Dylan’s steady embrace, the thought of doing so felt comforting.
“Yes, you can,” Dylan said, a smile curving at his lips. “Though I don’t know if you’ll like it.”
For once, nerves unsettled him, leaving him unsure of what to do with his hands.
Though he had poured time and care into preparing the surprise, doubt gnawed at him—would Christina truly be pleased? His eyes stayed locked on her, breath caught in his chest, his palms damp with unease.
𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝘁 g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈𝖛𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝖼𝗈𝗆
Under his watchful gaze, Christina slowly opened her eyes. Her vision fell first on the glittering crown, its brilliance unmatched by anything she had seen before.
Then her gaze shifted to the red supercar—more breathtaking than any she had ever laid eyes on.
Her eyes glimmered as they lingered on the crown, but when they settled on the car, they shone even brighter.
Dylan could tell by the way Christina’s eyes lit up that he’d nailed it with the gifts.
As a race car driver, she had a serious thing for fast cars. He was already planning to design a custom race car just for her to race.
“Whoa… This car is insane,” Christina said, running her fingers over its sleek, curvy frame. “But I’ve never seen this logo before. What model is this? When did it launch?”
“This year,” Dylan replied, watching her with soft eyes. “I created the brand and this model, just for you.”
Christina froze.
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