Chapter 794:
Christina blinked at him, stunned. His expression was softer than usual, and his voice unusually tender. Was this really the Dylan she knew?
He noticed her dazed look and frowned. “If you’re not feeling well, just say so. Don’t keep it in.”
Christina quickly snapped out of it and gave a weak smile. “No, I’m fine. Just lost in thought.”
Dylan gave a small nod. “Good. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I can go grab something or cook if you’d rather.”
His calm, caring demeanor caught her off guard. She paused, then replied, “No need for all that. Just some cereal is fine.”
“What kind?”
She blinked again. “Uh… just plain. With milk. I don’t really have much of an appetite.”
Right now, she didn’t feel like eating anything else, just some cereal.
“Got it. Go freshen up—I’ll be back with it soon,” he said, getting up.
“Thanks,” she said automatically.
He froze for a second, his expression dimming just a little. “No need to thank me. If you hadn’t reacted so fast, Chloe would’ve been seriously hurt.” His eyes flicked toward her, warm but serious. “Anyway, you should get up now. I’m off.”
“Okay,” Christina murmured. She sat up slowly, swinging her legs over the bed. Her whole body still felt heavy and drained—last night’s fever must’ve been intense.
Just as she was about to stand, a hand appeared in front of her, holding a glass of water.
“Drink some water first,” Dylan said.
She blinked. She’d thought he’d already left, but it turned out he had fetched her a glass of water.
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“Thank you,” she said quietly, taking the glass.
Her hand brushed against Dylan’s, and she paused, her heart suddenly racing. She froze. By the time she came back to her senses, Dylan had already turned and walked toward the door.
Christina stared after him, her fingers tightening slightly around the glass. Without realizing it, a soft smile crept onto her lips.
Their relationship seemed to have undergone subtle changes after this incident, warming up bit by bit.
Two days later, Robin pulled a long face upon hearing Christina’s intention to attend an auction in Kitaso.
“Do you really have to go to this auction? I don’t want to go back to Kitaso at all,” Robin complained, sprawled across the couch. He’d finally reached Dorfield and had even moved into Christina’s house. If he left now, who knew if he’d be allowed to stay there again upon his return?
“I’m not asking you to go,” Christina shot back, rolling her eyes. “You can stay here. Davina and I will go.”
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