?Chapter 758:


    Sensing movement behind him, Robin twisted around to strike—but froze midswing when he realized it was Christina. He blinked in surprise for a beat and then lit up with a grin,pletely unfazed by her firm grip on his wrist.


    “I just saved your life from a sneak attack. Is this how you thank your rescuer?” Christina teased, still holding onto his wrist.


    “You’re still alive!” Robin burst out, eyes gleaming like a boy on Christmas morning.


    Christina’s lips curved into a yful smile as she raised a brow. “What, were you hoping I was dead?”<fnc7ce> Official source is F?ndNovel</fnc7ce>


    “I thought you lost the bet and perished in that explosion,” Robin replied, though the weight lifting from his chest was clear in his eyes. Thank heavens it wasn’t Christina who had died in those mes…


    Christina’s face shifted subtly as she suddenly warned, “Watch out!”


    Before Robin could react, Christina had already yanked him aside and delivered a kick to the thug charging forward.


    With one swift blow, the thug hit the ground, and Christina stepped in front of Robin, shielding him without a second thought.


    Christina didn’t look back, unaware that Robin’s eyes lit up as he gazed at her. A quiet admiration flickered in his gaze, and the corners of his lips lifted into the smallest smile. She still looked so cool, exactly the woman he remembered.


    “Apologies, gentlemen. Robin will cover your medical bills and throw in two hundred grand each for the trouble,” Christina said casually.


    Robin’s smile froze on his face. His lips twitched and then fell t. “Hey! Are you insane? Who said you could promise that? Why should I give each of them two hundred grand?” he yelled, his eyes nearly popping out. Right then, he seriously wanted to take back everything he’d just thought about how cool she was.


    “Because you’re the one who hurt them,” Christina said, shing that maddening grin—the kind that made people want to strangle her.


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    “What else was I supposed to do? I thought you’d turned into a roasted corpse! I tried to run in and drag you out, but they got in my way!” Robin snapped.


    “They were trying to protect you. There could’ve been another st,” Christina said as she stepped closer, brow raised. “You seemed really worried about me.”


    “Worried? Me? No way! I just happened to hear you were here and thought I’d check in. If you lost, someone had to clean up after you. That’s all.” Robin stubbornly refused to admit anything.


    “Is that so?” Christina teased.


    “Yeah! My grandpa won’t shut up about you. It’s driving me crazy,” he muttered, looking away as he continued to lie.


    Christina shrugged and threw an arm around his shoulder. “Alright then. For your grandpa’s sake, dinner’s on me tonight.”


    “Please. Like I can’t pay for my own meal.” Robin scoffed immediately. The second the words left his mouth, regret sank in—but pride wouldn’t let him take it back. She finally offered to treat him… And he blew it.


    “Well then.” Christina let out a dramatic sigh and pulled her arm back. “Didn’t know you were so picky. Forget it.” With that, she turned and walked away.


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