Chapter 363:
Without waiting for a response, she bolted from the room, grabbing a handful of fruit on her way out.
The shock of cold water against her fingers finally dulled the fire beneath her skin. Drawing in slow breaths, she forced herself to release the anxious energy.
Back in the quiet hospital room, Dylan’s hand instinctively rose to his chest, lingering over the spot where her touch still echoed. The warmth she left behind seemed to pulse against his palm, as if her presence hadn’t faded at all. He eased himself down, letting the scent clinging to the pillow—her unmistakable fragrance—fill his senses. Surrounded by that gentle aroma, he felt the last traces of tension melt away, comfort seeping through him with every inhale.
Christina didn’t dare return until she was sure her expression would give nothing away. Once her composure was firmly in place, she walked back in, carrying the bowl of fruit.
Later, as twilight stretched across the sky, Christina stepped out in search of dinner—only to find her path unexpectedly blocked.
She studied the pair standing before her—an elderly man beside a younger guy—and a faint crease formed between her brows.
“Well, well! We cross paths again, young lady,” Kurt chuckled, his eyes crinkling with delight.
Robin Miller, Kurt’s grandson, barely spared Christina a glance, irritation already tugging at his features.
“Grandpa, where do you even know her from?” he asked, frowning.
Robin couldn’t stand how his grandfather kept dragging unfamiliar young women into his life. Most of the time, it meant another failed attempt at matchmaking. None of them ever showed real interest in him. They were always eyeing the Miller family fortune, trying to secure a future as his wife. Usually, his grandfather stuck to women from elite families. But now? Robin couldn’t tell if this was another of those rich girls pretending to be a “chance encounter.”
Gazing at Christina, Kurt beamed.
“Look closely at the gentleman beside me. He’s not half bad, is he?” He turned to Robin next.
“Wanna give her a shot?” he asked, clearly eager to match them up.
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But both Christina and Robin didn’t hesitate. Their responses overlapped in perfect sync.
“Hard pass.”
Simultaneously, Christina and Robin voiced their blatant refusal to Kurt’s matchmaking attempt, neither willing to yield an inch.
Not a trace of surprise crossed Christina’s face. She simply met Robin’s rejection with a knowing smile, as if she had predicted it all along.
Robin, however, was far less composed. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Christina. She had actually rejected the idea of being with him? Part of him wondered whether she was truly different or just another woman playing the same tired game, hoping to stand out from the crowd.
Suspicion flared in his mind. Did she really think he was gullible enough to fall for such a weak act? If so, she was gravely mistaken. Yes, her looks were undeniable—she possessed a natural poise and beauty that easily outshone every wealthy girl he’d met. That said, he found little reason to care.
He believed himself destined for far greater things, unwilling to waste energy on fleeting distractions. His thoughts always circled back to one goal: becoming Ace’s successor and claiming a legacy of risk and reward.
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