Chapter 1203:
Dylan’s text popped up directly on the screen that Davina was holding in her hands. A huge, amused grin spread across her face as she read the sweet message.
Who could have imagined that the normally cold and serious Dylan would send such an adorable, affectionate text?
Sure, these kinds of messages were completely normal between people who were dating, but coming from Dylan specifically, it seemed shockingly abnormal.
Davina found it nearly impossible to match the guy who wrote this cute message with the stern, businesslike Dylan she was familiar with.
She felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment, though she reminded herself that she hadn’t meant to invade their privacy. She had seen the message completely by accident.
Davina was still grinning to herself when Christina’s phone suddenly started ringing in her hand, making her jump.
Naturally, the caller ID showed Dylan’s name. He had clearly gotten impatient waiting for a text response and decided to call instead.
Davina paused for a second, weighing her options, before finally deciding to pick up the call.
The instant the call connected, Dylan’s soft, gentle voice filled her ear.
“Chrissie, did you see what’s going around online? How come you haven’t answered me? Are you alright?”
His voice was tender and full of genuine concern, the kind that could melt even the coldest heart.
Goosebumps prickled across Davina’s skin, and she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a small gasp of surprise.
It was nearly impossible to match the cold, distant Dylan she knew with this warm, tender voice speaking right now, and she had to fight to keep herself from bursting out laughing. Still, she let out a quiet chuckle, finding the whole situation absolutely hilarious.
𝗙𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻 ⲅ𝖺𝖑𝗇𝗈𝖛𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Maybe it was the dramatic difference between his typical ice-cold personality and the way he became with Christina that made it so entertaining to witness.
Or maybe it was simply the happiness she felt watching Christina finally find real joy and love after everything she’d been through, seeing her with someone who genuinely cared about her and treated her like she mattered.
“You’re not Chrissie! Who are you?” Dylan’s voice instantly turned ice-cold, his hostility so sharp and cutting that Davina could practically feel it radiating through the phone.
“I–I’m so sorry, Mr. Scott! I’m Davina—Christina’s in the shower right now!” Davina blurted out in a rush, her voice trembling with panic.
The heavy, suffocating hostility on the line made her skin prickle with unease. She knew that if she didn’t clarify immediately, she might not survive the weight of his fury.
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