Chapter 382:
Like an overly defensive sibling, Robin moved protectively in front of the disguised Christina, casting a hard look at Dylan. “You’re not thinking of making a move on my friend, are you?” he asked in disbelief, scanning Dylan head to toe. “Wait—are those rumors about you true?”
The notion that Dylan might be drawn to men made Robin’s stomach twist. Goosebumps dotted his arms, and he had the sudden urge to vault backward—but he held his ground, unwilling to abandon Christina.
“I’m serious—make a move on my pal, and I’ll take you down. I don’t care who you are,” Robin warned, voice shaking with a mix of fear and determination.
Dylan cast a chilly stare at Robin, then pivoted sharply and started walking off.
“I’ve got this. Nobody’s pestering you while I’m around,” Robin declared, stepping nearer to the disguised Christina, his tone unwavering.
A faint curl formed at the corners of Christina’s mouth as her gaze followed Dylan’s retreating form.
Abruptly, Dylan halted mid-step.
Robin tracked the same line of sight, watching Dylan come to a sudden stop and turn back around.
“What now?” Robin barked, moving to step between Dylan and the disguised Christina once more. “I don’t care if you’re into a man—just leave my pal out of it. He’s a straight man. He wouldn’t—”
Robin stopped himself abruptly when Dylan, without warning, produced his phone, his eyes slicing past Robin and fixing on the disguised Christina standing behind.
Robin was baffled. What in the world was Dylan planning? Why did he return, only to pull out a phone and start dialing?
Unbeknownst to Robin, Dylan couldn’t shake off his doubts and wanted to call Christina in front of this “man” to verify his suspicion.
Christina remained composed, face unreadable, as though the ongoing tension didn’t concern her in the slightest. She’d already figured out Dylan’s intention, but she wasn’t bothered.
Dylan dialed Christina’s number and waited. After a few rings, someone finally answered. “Christina is feeling sick—stomach’s acting up. She’s in the restroom. Try again later.”
The voice wasn’t Christina’s. It was Davina.
“Alright,” Dylan muttered, brow furrowing slightly as he gave a short nod. Since when had Davina arrived in Kitaso? Christina had never mentioned her being around.
Once the call ended, Dylan shot a lingering, wary glance at the masked “man,” then turned on his heel and marched off. Maybe he was reading too much into this. This “man” probably wasn’t Christina in disguise. Since Christina was unwell, he figured it was best to check in personally.
Christina observed Dylan vanish from sight and then faced Robin. “I need to bounce.”
“How do I stay in touch?” Robin asked, still oblivious to Christina’s disguise as a young man.
“Let me have your digits,” she replied.
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