Chapter 542:
With Christina supporting him, Dylan pushed himself upright, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “You really don’t have to go through all this trouble. I can handle it myself, though…”
“Don’t pretend to be strong,” Christina interjected, her voice firm. “You just aggravated your injury. If things get worse, we’ll have a real problem on our hands.”
Her words came out sharper than she intended. She had operated on him for hours to bring him back from the edge. Another mishap that led to another surgery in the same spot so soon would be far from easy. She figured Dylan must have had too much to drink, making him so clumsy that he kept aggravating his injury.
“Alright,” Dylan murmured, barely looking up. He seemed like a child who had just been told off.
Watching his downcast face, Christina instantly wished she had not sounded so harsh. “The only reason I raised my voice was because I was worried about your injury,” she said, letting her tone soften as she tried to comfort him. “Please don’t take it to heart. I was just concerned about you and got a bit worked up.”
A wave of happiness rushed through Dylan, and a small, uncontrollable smile found its way to his lips. No matter what words Christina used, just knowing she cared for him in her own way lifted his mood. Her gentle tone buoyed his spirits even more. Having her coax him like that filled his heart with warmth and contentment.
“I know. It really was my mistake. You weren’t harsh at all…” Dylan replied, his voice gentle and soothing, with a magnetic quality that was as captivating as distant music.
The sound of his voice put Christina at ease, lightening her mood without her even realizing it. Simply listening to him brought her a quiet happiness. “Let’s get you out of that shirt,” Christina said as she leaned in, carefully undoing each button on his crisp white shirt.
A rush of nerves shot through Dylan, his heart racing so fast that it almost made it hard to breathe. Maybe he hadn’t completely recovered from heart surgery yet, as sweat began to form on his brow.
Not wanting Christina to worry, Dylan forced himself to endure the discomfort in his body.
The moment Christina unfastened the last button, Dylan felt his strength leave him, and darkness crept at the edges of his vision. He nearly lost consciousness right then and there.
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Suddenly, Dylan fell backward, startling Christina.
“Dylan!” she cried, instinctively shooting out one arm to shield his head while using her other hand to steady his back.
The moment unraveled so quickly that her mind barely had time to catch up. As she leaned in to protect him, she lost her footing and landed right on top of him. In that blur of motion, their mouths accidentally met in a fleeting kiss.
Christina’s eyes flew wide open, pupils dilating in disbelief. Wait. How did that just happen? Did she really just kiss Dylan?
By then, Dylan had collected himself, but instead of moving, he kept his eyes shut and pretended to have passed out. If he didn’t keep up the act, Christina might feel embarrassed, and things between them could turn painfully awkward.
What he truly feared was that she might start avoiding him after something like this. If that happened, any chance of getting closer to her would vanish. He couldn’t let that happen.
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