?Chapter 389:


    “You made your bed, now burn in it,” Christina muttered, icy as ever, and turned to walk out. Whatever happened next? Yvonne brought it upon herself. A taste of her own medicine.


    If Yvonne hadn’t tried to serve her up to that creep Moss, Christina wouldn’t have flipped the whole setup on Yvonne. But Yvonne did. So now, Yvonne was getting exactly what she deserved.


    Christina shut off the lights behind her, no emotion, no hesitation. She walked out like nothing had happened. She stepped calmly into one elevator, right as another one dinged open just across the hall.


    Moss stepped out, wearing a greasy grin that showed off yellow teeth, like paper stained with age. His oversized belly strained against his shirt, jiggling like a half-filled water balloon. “I’ming for you, baby!” he said with a creepy chuckle, rubbing his hands together while double-checking the hotel room number.


    He pushed open the hotel room door, still grinning like a pervert. As soon as he stepped inside, a warm, bare body wrapped around him before he even had a chance to switch on the light.


    “It’s so hot…” Her voice was soft, breathy, and seductive, sending a wave of sensation across him.


    And the biggest surprise? The woman was totally naked—her bare skin pressed tight against him, rubbing up like she was starving for attention. Her hands slid over his bby frame, slow and teasing, sparking a wave of heat inside him.


    Moss was instantly ovee with lust. His whole body heated up, especially down below—he could barely hold it together. He kicked the door shut without turning on the lights and grabbed the woman like he couldn’t wait another second. “Sweetheart, let me take care of you,” he whispered with a grin. “You’re bold as hell, aren’t you? I can’t take it anymore…”


    Moss let out a grossugh and tore his clothes off like his life depended on it, his heavy body copsing on top of her.


    Soon, the whole room echoed with his loud, panting breaths and her low moans. The air was thick, hot, sweaty, and charged with unspoken desire.


    Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Christina had just walked into the lobby when a tall,manding figure caught her eye.


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    Dn strode toward her, his eyebrows pulled together in concern. His long strides radiated an air of authority, each step purposeful and unyielding.


    “Where were you? I tried calling a bunch of times but couldn’t get through to you,” Dn said, his eyes scanning her from head to toe, checking if she was hurt. Once he was sure she wasn’t hurt, his expression finally rxed a little.


    After scanning Christina from head to toe for any injuries, Dn ced his firm hands on her shoulders, an inappropriate action he himself hadn’t noticed yet. Even now, he hadn’t let go.


    “Are you worried about me?” Christina tipped her head and shed a yful grin, her tone intentionally light.


    Dn stiffened for a second, warmth creeping into his cheeks. “I am.” He pressed his lips together, ncing away, unable to look her in the eye. Even though her eyes looked calm, to him, her gaze felt as intense as a me.


    “I just grabbed a coffee with someone. My phone must have died and switched off,” Christina said smoothly, keeping her tone easy as she tossed out the harmless fib. The truth was, she had powered down her phone on purpose so no one would bother her. She had already figured that Yvonne woulde looking for her with nothing good in mind. Sure enough, trouble had followed right after.


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