Chapter 774:
Christina barely dodged in time—any slower and his forehead would’ve collided with her nose. “Robin! Are you insane?” she snapped, glaring at him.
Waking up to a barrage of scolding, Robin felt both aggrieved and angry. “You… ungrateful woman! I stayed here all night to guard your door, just in case someone tried anything suspicious—and this is the thanks I get?”
Christina opened her mouth to fire back, but the sight of his reddening eyes made her pause. His frustration seemed genuine. “Fine. Thank you for guarding the door for me. But really, that wasn’t necessary. Who in this house would possibly wish me harm?” She brushed him off with a shake of her head.
“How could there not be—Dy—” Robin stopped himself before it was too late.
“Dy what?” Christina asked, her brows knitting in confusion.
Robin quickly averted his gaze. “Nothing,” he muttered. “I was just passing by, that’s all.”
Without giving her a chance to press further, he spun on his heel and briskly walked away.
Christina stared after him, baffled. Having pondered to no avail, she shrugged and decided to ignore it.
Later, in the dining room, Robin slurped up the seafood chowder like a man who hadn’t seen food in days.
“My brother’s seafood chowder is amazing, right?” Chloe asked with a proud grin, clearly fishing for praise.
Robin instantly froze mid-bite, then carefully set the spoon down as if he’d just remembered his manners. “Not bad,” he said coolly, masking his earlier enthusiasm. “Nothing to write home about.”
Chloe narrowed her eyes, not buying the act. She opened her mouth to argue, but before she could get a word out, a servant entered in a hurry.
ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ.ᴄᴏᴍ
“Miss Jones, someone is here to see you,” the servant said.
Christina knit her brows, puzzled as to who would bother coming all the way out here just to see her at such an ungodly hour. “Do you recognize who it is?” she asked, her tone nonchalant.
The servant faltered, casting a hesitant glance toward Dylan.
“In this house, Miss Jones is your master. She’s the only one you need to answer to. Don’t concern yourself with anyone else,” Dylan said curtly, his gaze fixed coldly on the servant.
“Understood,” the servant mumbled quickly and then turned toward Christina. “It’s Mr. Brendon Dawson.”
Hearing the name, Dylan’s face clouded over. Brendon had shown up uninvited. What the hell was he playing at? Had it finally dawned on him just how outstanding Christina was? Was he here to grovel and try to win her back? The thought alone made Dylan’s stomach twist with unease. He couldn’t afford to let Brendon win her heart back.
Before Dylan could react, Robin slapped the table with a loud bang.
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