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    Last night, Kurt had firmly instructed Robin to escort Christina, but Robin had stubbornly declined despite his willingness. At dawn, Kurt had already been up and pushing Robin to go, despite Robin’s repeated verbal objections. Eventually, Kurt’s persistence broke through Robin’s wall of resistance, and Robin ended up rushing over.


    Last night, Robin hadn’t slept properly, tossing around in bed, debating whether to see Christina off, but feared his true feelings would be exposed. In the end, he used his grandfather’s request as a shield to hide his real motivation.


    “Drop by Dorfield sometime. I’ll treat you to a meal,” Christina suggested warmly.


    Robin brushed her hand away, his face clouded with irritation.


    From a few steps back, Dn, who had quietly been observing Christina’s touch on Robin’s shoulder, eased the tension in his jaw the moment her hand moved away.


    “Dorfield? No thanks. Nothing entertaining over there. I’d rather stay put—it’s dull,” Robin dered defiantly. Yet, no sooner had the words escaped his mouth than he regretted them. His jaw clenched, itching to swallow his pride and admit he didn’t mean it.


    “Alright then. When you’re in the mood and visit Dorfield, I’ll treat you to a meal,” Christina said with a soft smile.


    Dn stepped in. “We should get going.”


    “Okay.” Christina turned to Robin. “See you around… Or maybe not.”


    Robin had nned to say “until we never meet again,” but the words caught in his throat. His heart skipped a beat. Instead, he echoed quietly, “See you around… Or maybe not.”


    He watched as Christina got into the car. A flicker of reluctance showed in his eyes. Only when the car disappeared did he snap out of it. A strange emptiness crept in, like something important had slipped through his fingers.


    Robin rushed to his ck sports car, fired up the engine, and took off after them. Keeping a distance, he followed, restless and uneasy. His car finally stopped near the highway entrance. He watched as Christina’s car merged onto the road and vanished from sight.


    A heavy feeling settled in his chest. Breathing suddenly felt harder. He furrowed his brows, confused by his own emotions. Christina wasn’t exactly sweet or soft. In fact, she could really pack a punch. Aside from her beauty, she was fierce—nothing like the gentle woman he once imagined.


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    Back in Dorfield, Christina took a cab alone to Davina’s house to pick up a few things before returning to Bayview Estates. At the gate of Bayview Estates, she spotted Brendon. Just as she stepped out of the cab and walked toward the estate’s grand archway with no n of acknowledging him, he appeared and blocked her path.


    Christina’s brows drew together in irritation. She looked at him with clear displeasure. “What do you want?” she asked with a half-smile that carried no warmth.


    Brendon frowned. Her distant tone and cold words stung a little. “Where have you been? You were in Kitaso this whole time? You just got back today? I called so many times—why didn’t you answer?” he rattled off in frustration. Ever since returning from Kitaso, he’d tried to reach her, but she ignored every call. He had no clue which man she had been running around with over there.


    The way he spoke, like he still had some im over her, made Christina’s skin crawl. “I go where I want, do what I want, and answer calls when I feel like it. What makes you think you get a say?” she shot back.


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