Chapter 1210:
In his heart, he wanted their first night together to belong only to their wedding night.
“I warmed you some milk,” he said gently, his tone calm and coaxing. “It’s at the perfect temperature. Have a cup, then take a shower.”
Christina didn’t answer right away. She kept her gaze fixed on him, her eyes studying his face as though searching for something unspoken.
“What is it?” Dylan asked quietly, his low voice smooth and magnetic.
She let out a soft laugh. “Your voice… it’s incredible,” she said, her tone laced with shy amusement.
Every time he spoke, it sent a delicate thrill through her. That deep, velvety tone always made her heart flutter.
She suddenly found herself wondering how his voice would sound during sex.
The thought painted vivid, heated images in her mind and brought color to her cheeks.
Dylan noticed the faint tremor that passed through her and frowned with concern. “What’s wrong? Are you cold?”
“No,” Christina replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She lowered her gaze and tugged at his hand, leading him toward the dining room.
She couldn’t bring herself to admit that her thoughts had just drifted toward something undeniably erotic.
As they came to the dining room, Dylan set a cup of warm milk before her with quiet care.
“Why is your face so red all of a sudden? Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”
Dylan noticed the flush on Christina’s cheeks and frowned in concern. He reached out, pressing the back of his hand lightly against her forehead.
𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 ⲅα𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝗰𝗈𝗺
She didn’t seem to have a fever, so why was her face so red?
“It’s nothing. Maybe it’s just the alcohol,” Christina said as she lifted the cup of warm milk and started to gulp it down.
She couldn’t possibly confess that her blush came from the rather erotic thoughts still lingering in her mind.
“Could it be an allergic reaction to alcohol? Are you feeling all right?” Dylan asked, his voice laced with worry.
“No, I’m not allergic,” Christina replied quickly and continued drinking.
Her nerves, paired with Dylan’s attentive gaze, made her so flustered that she ended up choking on the milk. She coughed violently, her face turning even redder.
Startled, Dylan immediately reached out and began patting her back with a gentle hand, his brow still creased. “Take it slow,” he said softly.
“Okay,” Christina muttered, bowing her head slightly, her embarrassment making it impossible to meet his eyes.
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