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    “Thank you, Dr. Hampton…” Christina nodded with red eyes, but her heart remainedpletely calm. She even felt likeughing at the absurdity of the situation. Still, she forced herself to put on an act. If she slipped, these two sharp-eyed men would catch on instantly.


    Dn’s voice grew gentler, his frosty demeanor melting just a touch. “Make sure you don’t skip your regr therapy sessions. I can drive you when the timees.”


    Christina’s voice rasped as she replied, “That’s really not necessary. I wouldn’t want to trouble you. Just give me the address and I’ll manage to get to Dr. Hampton on my own.”


    Dn’s expression cooled, the softness vanishing. Before he could say something, Morse jumped ahead, wearing a broad, easy grin. “No trouble at all! How could it possibly be trouble? If you wereing to see me, you’d need to make an appointment in advance. But if Ie to you, it’s much more convenient for everyone, isn’t it?”


    Morse knew better than to agree to the idea that Christina came to him for therapy sessions. With Dn’s budding feelings toward her, he knew if he slipped his work address, he’d probably pay dearly for it.


    Christina offered a faint smile. “Alright then, I’ll leave it to you. Sorry for putting you out.”


    Since Morse had put it that way, she figured arguing further was pointless.


    “No trouble at all,” Dn stated curtly.


    Morse’s gaze bounced between Dn and Christina, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “So, what’s the n? Miss Jones, do you need a ride home to get some rest, or…”


    Christina shifted awkwardly, a faint flush rising to her cheeks. “I’ll just grab a cab. I can’t keep imposing on you.”


    “It’s really no trouble. I was leaving anyway—it’s right on my way,” Dn said, his face expressionless, though the words were a tant offer.


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    She hesitated, clearly unconvinced, but after a moment, she relented with a soft nod.


    Just as the three turned to go, an embarrassingly loud rumble erupted from Christina’s stomach.


    Morse grinned, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “Hungry, Miss Jones? How about we make Dn treat us to a meal?”


    Christina’s smile was warm, her embarrassment fading. “Let me treat you both instead. What do you feel like eating?”


    Morse threw his hands up in mock protest,ughter bubbling in his chest. “Absolutely not! You don’t need to worry about Dn’s wallet—he could never spend it all! But if you’re really reluctant to spend his money, you can spend mine instead.”


    Christina let out a bright, musicalugh, her eyes narrowing into delighted crescents that shimmered with genuine happiness. Herughter was infectious, and her effortless beauty seemed to radiate from every gesture, making it impossible to look away. Morse stood there, mesmerized for a few seconds, before Dn’s icy gaze snapped him out of his daze.


    Trying to cut through the tension with a bit of bravado, Morse adjusted his gold-rimmed sses and shot Dn a lopsided, mischievous grin. “So, what’s the n? Are you treating us or what?”


    Ignoring Morse’s antics, Dn turned his attention to Christina. The sharpness in his eyes faded, reced by a rare gentleness. “Let’s just stay in. I’ll cook. Is there anything you can’t eat, or anything you’re craving?” His voice was unusually soft.


    While Christina took his offer in stride, Morse could hardly believe his ears. What on earth was going on today? Was he dreaming? Dn was actually volunteering to cook? In all the years they’d known each other, he could count on one hand the number of times Dn had personally made a meal for someone. And now, here Dn was, offering to whip something up for Christina. The implication was ringly obvious—she was someone special.


    With that realization, Morse’s gaze flicked to Christina, his eyes filling with fresh curiosity and genuine admiration. How had she managed to thaw even a corner of Dn’s permafrost heart?


    Right now, though, Morse mostly felt like celebrating his own good fortune. Coming over for Christina’s therapy hadnded him the golden ticket: a chance to savor Dn’s cooking skills.


    A fizz of anticipation shot through Morse—only for Christina to cut in. “That’s too much trouble. Let’s just eat out. My treat. Order anything you like.”


    Morse’s excitement fizzled in an instant. What was the point of a restaurant meal when Dn’s home cooking was on the table? Still, Morse kept his disappointment to himself, knowing that if heined, Dn might shut down the offer entirely.


    Dn replied, “Seriously, it’s no trouble. I’ll whip up a few quick dishes. It won’t take long.”


    In truth, Christina was tempted. She was already starving, and her stomach rumbled at the mere thought of Dn’s cooking. But she hated to impose, which was why she’d suggested a restaurant in the first ce. Now, seeing Dn’s insistence, she realized he might be eager to impress—how could she refuse him that?


    “Okay then. Let me help out in the kitchen,” she replied with an easy smile.


    “I’ll help too!” Morse blurted out, thrusting his hand in the air. Before anyone could protest, Morse bolted for the kitchen, practically tripping over himself in his eagerness. Panic flickered across his face—if Dn changed his mind, this rare treat would vanish in a heartbeat.


    The more Morse thought about tasting Dn’s dishes, the brighter his mood became. He couldn’t help but beam, a goofy grin stered across his face as he started humming an off-key, happy tune.


    Christina blinked, momentarily stunned by Morse’s sudden burst of enthusiasm. She watched him disappear at breakneck speed, barely processing what had just happened.


    “Sometimes, he can be a bit much,” Dn trailed off.


    Christina let out a softugh. “He seems like a st.”


    Dn’s expression cooled once more, a shadow of irritation passing over his face. “Yeah. You could say that,” he replied tersely. He then asked, “So, what do you want to eat? Any cravings?”


    Christina’s lips curved in a gentle smile. “Easy to please—anything’s fine, really.”


    Dn wasted no time,unching into a rapid-fire list of dish options as if reciting a restaurant menu, gesturing for her to choose whichever ones appealed to her.


    Christina hesitated, the sheer number of choices making her mouth water. “Are you sure this isn’t too much work? And, um, do you two even like spicy food?”


    “We can handle it,” Dn replied without hesitation.


    As they started prepping ingredients, Morse peered over Christina’s shoulder. “All those chilies?”


    Morse eyed the pile with clear suspicion. When did Dn ever go for spicy dishes?


    Before he could press Dn for answers, Christina chimed in with a grin, “How about you? Are you good with spicy food?”


    “Of course I am! It’s just…” Morse’s voice faltered as Dn shot him a warning re. He mped his mouth shut, thinking better of finishing his sentence.


    Christina arched an eyebrow, genuinely curious. “Just what?”


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