Chapter 780:
Robin glared at the slender curve of her neck, tempted to sink his teeth in out of sheer frustration. How was he supposed to control his expressions when he was this angry? Still, he couldn’t bring himself to lash out at her. Instead, he turned his burning stare to Dylan, who remained stiff and expressionless, cold as ever. That guy never cracked—always with that deadpan face, like some emotionless machine.
“Childish.” Dylan’s lips parted ever so slightly as he mouthed the word in silence.
Robin, who had been watching Dylan with a sharp, focused gaze, read his lips instantly. “What did you just say about me? That I’m childish?” he demanded, his voice rising in challenge.
“I didn’t say anything,” Dylan replied smoothly, his tone indifferent.
Christina cast a puzzled look Robin’s way. “Dylan didn’t say anything. Are you imagining things?”
“What do you mean, imagining things? My hearing’s perfectly fine. He just mouthed the word,” Robin shot back defensively.
“I didn’t. Maybe you ought to seek medical attention,” Dylan retorted, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.
Robin nearly leapt from his seat in outrage. “Dylan, you’re such a sneak!”
“For once, I’ll let this slide,” Dylan said with an air of theatrical magnanimity.
“Oh, come on! You definitely called me childish just now,” Robin snapped.
“You are childish,” Christina chimed in without hesitation.
A subtle, satisfied smirk curled the corners of Dylan’s mouth. She was siding with him, and it felt good.
Robin’s cheeks flushed a furious red. “You’re the childish one! If you’ve got any guts, let’s settle this with a fight later.”
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“See? Definitely childish,” Christina laughed, clearly reveling in the moment.
Robin clenched his fists, drawing deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself, though it hardly helped.
“Alright, no more jokes. We’ll spar later,” Christina suggested lightly.
“You were the one who suggested it. This time, I’m ready. Just brace yourself,” Robin replied, a flicker of confidence glinting in his eyes.
“Okay,” Christina said, nodding solemnly though her lips twitched, barely suppressing a laugh.
The group arrived at a secluded, high-end resort island, which was a private island owned by Dylan.
The current headcount was two more than Ralphy had originally accounted for. He didn’t particularly mind Morse’s presence. They were friends, after all. But why on earth was Robin tagging along?
“Why haven’t you gone back to Kitaso?” Ralphy asked Robin, the annoyance in his tone impossible to miss.
With Elliott lurking as competition and Christina’s ex-husband, Brendon, thrown into the mix, Dylan already had enough to deal with. And now, Robin seemed inexplicably set on clinging to Christina. Ralphy, concerned for Dylan, tried to help by managing to send Robin packing straight back to Kitaso.
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