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    The driver followed close behind, worry etched across his face. If it weren’t for fear of angering Dn, he would’ve dly carried Christina himself.


    Once reaching the ward and seeing Dn show no visible signs of strain, the driver finally rxed and left quietly.


    Now the room held only Dn and Christina. Shey sleeping peacefully on the bed, her expression calm and at ease.


    A faint smile tugged at Dn’s lips as he gently adjusted her nket. He pulled a chair closer, his gaze locked on her face, drinking in every detail like it was something he could never grow tired of.


    The next morning arrived.


    At the Jones residence, Moss stirred awake to find two women lying beside him—Liza and Yvonne.


    He sat up abruptly, scanning the room in a daze, but the woman he’d been hoping to see was nowhere in sight. As the haze cleared and he took in the scene before him—all three of them bare—he felt a wave of disbelief and fury.


    He had slept with the wrong women. Again. And this time, Liza too? A cold suspicion crept into his thoughts. Had the Jones family set him up on purpose?


    Enraged, Mossshed out, pping both women awake.


    Liza and Yvonne were still fast asleep when a sudden, stinging p jolted them awake. Blinking in confusion, they sat up—only to find Moss towering over them, his hulking frame trembling with fury. They exchanged a stunned nce before a blood-curdling scream tore from their throats.


    Moss, rattled by their shrieks, hesitated for a split second, uncertain whose mouth to cover first. “Shut up!” he roared, his voice echoing through the room like thunder.


    Startled into silence, Liza and Yvonne instantly quieted.


    Yvonne’s voice shook as tears welled in her eyes. “What… What happened? How did this even…”


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    She couldn’t finish. Tears streamed down her face as her thoughts spiraled. Everything had been nned outst night, hadn’t it? Christina was supposed to be the one sent to Moss’s bed. How had things gone so horribly wrong? How had she and her mother ended up here instead?


    Yvonne’s tears flowed freely. Back at the hotel, things had already taken an inexplicable turn when she was swapped in. And now—again? Christina had escaped once more? Once might’ve been an ident, but twice? Impossible. No doubt about it—Christina was deliberately sabotaging them.


    Yvonne’s fists curled tightly. Christina must’ve been the one behind it all. Even at the hotel, when she fainted, there had to be more to it. But how? Back at the hotel incident, only she had been there, so it was usible that Christina could pull something off then. But this time, there had been three people watching Christina. How had Christina slipped away again?


    “Wasn’t Christina supposed to be the one lying here? How did it end up being us?” Liza’s voice cracked with panic. She looked down at herself, mortified. “If my husband finds out, he’ll kill me!”


    “I should be asking you that!” Moss snapped, his eyes zing with fury. “Is your entire Jones family trying to set me up? What kind of stunt are you pulling?”


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