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    But the driver, witnessing this small, unexpected gesture, lookedpletely taken aback.


    The driver had never witnessed Dn act with such tender care. If he hadn’t been stone-cold sober, he might have questioned his own eyes. Was this truly the same Dn he’d known all along?


    Dn settled into the back seat beside Christina, and once they were both situated, the engine hummed to life and the car rolled smoothly into motion.


    “I’m going to take a nap,” Christina mumbled, leaning her head back and letting her eyelids fall like velvet curtains.


    Sleep swept over her like a calm tide, deep and undisturbed, as though she could always unwind fully and feel secure in her surroundings by just being close to Dn.


    Christina slept soundly, her head inching ever so slowly toward Dn, drawn as if by gravity. Momentster, it came to rest on his shoulder.


    Dn stiffened, unsure whether to breathe or freeze in ce. He sat there, tense as a wire, afraid that even the faintest twitch might stir her awake.


    Then, the car jerked unexpectedly. Christina, slumped peacefully against Dn, lurched forward. He reacted on instinct, catching her chin with both hands before she could slump too far.


    Dn braced for Christina to wake, but instead, she only murmured—soft and vague—before sinking right back into sleep’s cradle.


    With care, Dn adjusted her, gently easing her down onto hisp, letting her rest there. His hand hovered over her in quiet protection, ready to steady her should another sudden jolt rock the car.


    He looked down at her, the icy detachment in his eyes melting beneath the fringe of hisshes. He brushed away a stray lock of her hair, eyes softened with an emotion that felt too foreign to name. He remained unmoving, as though even shifting his weight might shatter the stillness.


    The driver discreetly watched Dn through the rearview mirror several times, visibly stunned. That Christina could soften a man like Dn—it was almost unbelievable. She had to be Dn’s future wife.


    When the car finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, the driver lowered his voice and asked, “Mr. Scott, should I wake Miss Jones?”


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    “There’s no need,” Dn replied coldly.


    The driver stepped out quickly and opened the car door. “Should I call a nurse to carry Miss Jones upstairs?”


    “No need.” Dn refused once more, clearly intending to carry Christina himself.


    “Mr. Scott!” the driver eximed in rm, hurrying to stop him. “Your injury hasn’t healedpletely. If you carry Miss Jones, it might tear open again.” Dn’s condition allowed him to walk short distances, but anything that required effort was risky. Carrying someone in his state could easily worsen his wound.


    “I’ll manage,” Dn said tly, lifting Christina into his arms without flinching. He strode toward the hospital with calm determination.


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