Chapter 992:
“No worries. The first time is just the beginning. From here on, there’ll be more. I’ll take you across the country, and one day we’ll travel the whole world, chasing down every place worth seeing,” Chloe said brightly.
“Yes! And we’ll bring Christina and Davina with us,” Eloise said with a laugh. “It’s a pity that Davina couldn’t make it this time,” Chloe said, a note of regret in her voice.
“It’s alright. Once we’re back in Dorfield, we’ll go see her,” Christina answered. She planned to go to Jasgow with Magnus to restore the mural, and since Davina’s parents lived there, they could meet up there.
Dylan had drifted into sleep and didn’t stir until the day had darkened.
“You’re awake,” Christina said the moment she noticed, quickly helping him sit upright. “Do you want some water? I’ll pour you a glass of water.”
“Thank you,” Dylan murmured, his lips barely parting.
Christina handed him a glass of water, but he made no move to take it. “My hands are weak… Could you help me?” Dylan’s voice trailed off, though his meaning was clear. His cold, commanding eyes now carried a flicker of embarrassed pleading.
Dylan’s face rarely showed such an embarrassed plea. Something about seeing him so vulnerable made Christina’s heart soften. She couldn’t bring herself to voice any refusal.
“I’ll help you,” Christina said simply, her voice gentle but matter-of-fact. After all, helping Dylan with some water wasn’t exactly rocket science. It was the least she could do.
“I’m sorry for the trouble I caused you,” Dylan mumbled, his voice soft and embarrassed as he looked down like a scolded puppy.
Christina carefully lifted the glass to his lips, her fingers steady and gentle. “Don’t be ridiculous. You got yourself hurt protecting me, so taking care of you is the absolute least I can do.”
𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫽𝖼𝗈𝗺
As Dylan slowly drank the water, a tiny smile played at the edges of his lips, so small that Christina didn’t even notice it.
Dylan was in heaven. Even the boring tap water tasted like the most delicious thing he’d ever had, simply because Christina was the one giving it to him. While Dylan was enjoying every sip, Christina’s next words hit his ears like a thunderbolt.
“When you’re done drinking, take your clothes off. I’m going to help you clean up.”
Dylan’s body jerked as water went down the wrong pipe. His face turned red as he struggled to breathe, caught in a severe coughing spell. Had he heard her correctly? Christina was actually going to help wash his body?
Dylan’s entire face turned bright red, and his ears felt like they were on fire. He couldn’t tell if it was from the choking or from pure embarrassment at the thought of Christina seeing him naked.
The truth was, Dylan had been faking how weak his hands were, hoping to get more sympathy and attention from Christina. But before he could even figure out how to hint at needing help with washing, Christina had already suggested it herself.
Dylan felt a stab of bashfulness, as if his trick had been seen through. Like some shy teenager with his first crush, he was too mortified even to look her in the eye.
“Slow down. You’re going to choke yourself to death,” Christina said with a worried frown, her hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Can you breathe okay now?” she asked with concern.
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