Chapter 888:
The shift in Dylan’s tone was impossible to miss. Edwin instantly guessed the caller’s identity. Only Christina could bring out this version of Dylan—the warm, tender one.
That call was nothing short of a lifeline, and Edwin’s respect for Christina soared. She was the only person alive who knew how to handle Dylan.
“Are you busy?” Christina asked politely.
Dylan’s smile deepened, impossible to hide. He did his best to keep a lid on his glee and replied in his usual cool tone, “Not really.”
Then, as if remembering a well-rehearsed playbook, he followed up smoothly with a question. “What’s up?”
Ralphy had taught him that when it came to Christina, simply answering questions wasn’t enough. He needed to steer the conversation himself—bring up topics, ask his own questions, and keep her engaged. That way, the conversation could flow more smoothly and remain pleasant.
“Nothing big. I just wanted to ask if you’re coming home for dinner,” Christina said, her voice tentative.
That did it. Dylan’s grin stretched so wide that he nearly laughed out loud. She sounded just like a wife calling her husband to check on dinner plans.
“Well, I’m not swamped today. I think I’ll head home for dinner,” he replied, doing his best to sound nonchalant, even though he was practically bursting inside.
Seeing Dylan wrapped up in such bliss, Edwin couldn’t help himself. He chimed in cheekily, “Mr. Scott, aren’t you a top-tier cook? I checked your schedule—you’ve got time. Why not go home early and whip up something special for Ms. Jones?”
Dylan’s smile vanished in an instant. He shot Edwin a sharp look—one that clearly warned him to keep quiet. What if Christina got scared and decided not to call him again?
𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 — 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: 𝔤𝓪𝗅ⲛ𝓞ⱱ𝖊𝗅𝓈﹒𝖼𝗈𝗆
From the other end came a soft chuckle. “Is Edwin there too? He really knows what I like. Just hearing that made me crave your cooking—it’s honestly so good.”
At her light, happy tone, Dylan relaxed. As long as she wasn’t upset. “Then I’ll cook tonight. I’ve got a bit of time right now,” he said casually.
“Really? That’s amazing. I get to feast again! You’re seriously unreal—handsome and an amazing cook? Guys like you don’t exist anymore.” She hesitated for a second and then added a little awkwardly, “But will it be too much trouble for you?”
“Not at all. I actually like cooking,” Dylan replied, a small smile playing on his lips. As long as she liked it, he’d do it forever. Even the most mundane tasks became enjoyable when they were for the one he loved. Watching her eat his food with that bright smile—it was a reward in itself.
“Then I’ll get the ingredients ready and wait for you to return,” Christina said, excitement in her voice.
With a smile full of quiet contentment, Dylan replied gently, “Okay.”
Standing off to the side, Edwin discreetly rolled his eyes. The sugary-sweet vibes swirling between them made him squirm.
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