Chapter 1204:
For a brief, chilling pause, there was nothing but static. Then came Dylan’s voice—flat, distant, and edged with frost.
“When she’s done, tell her I called.”
Davina’s head bobbed quickly, though he couldn’t see it. “Y-Yes! I’ll let her know right away.”
The instant the call ended, the air seemed to lift—the invisible pressure dissolved, leaving her lungs free again.
Dylan’s demeanor always became suffocating the moment Christina wasn’t involved.
The warmth vanished, replaced by the impassive, frigid tone Davina had grown used to.
When Christina stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling behind her like a silken veil, she spotted Davina sprawled on the couch with a mischievous grin tugging at her lips.
Davina cleared her throat theatrically, lowered her voice, and mimicked Dylan’s smooth tone. “Chrissie, what are you doing right now? I miss you.”
Unable to help it, she broke into laughter before she could finish the act.
Christina’s face turned rosy. “Say that again, and I swear I’ll deck you!” she warned, half amused.
Davina waggled her brows. “What if I told you I stumbled upon that message purely by accident?” she teased.
“Accident or not, you’re still asking for a punch,” Christina retorted, her laughter matching Davina’s.
“Spare me, Your Majesty,” Davina pleaded dramatically, pressing her palms together before handing over Christina’s phone. “Dylan called for you. I didn’t expect his voice to sound that tender. You’re definitely someone special to him. It’s.”
𝖂𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌ꞏ𝖈𝖔𝖒
“It’s nice seeing you with a man who genuinely cares,” she added softly.
Christina smiled warmly. “And you’d better hurry up too. I’m waiting to see you walk down the aisle with Ralphy,” she teased.
Davina’s cheeks flamed, and she waved her hands dismissively. “Oh, please! We haven’t even been in a relationship yet.”
“You could take the initiative,” Christina encouraged. “If you like him and he suits you well, you’ve got my full blessing.”
Davina giggled and clung to Christina’s arm with exaggerated affection. “Christina, you’re the sweetest!”
While typing a quick response to Dylan, Christina glanced up. “So, when do you plan on heading to Jasgow—this week or next?”
“I’m open. When do you prefer?” Davina asked.
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