?Chapter 773:


    Irritated and sore, Robin pushed himself up and shot Dn a venomous re. Dn had stood there the whole time, watching with barely disguised amusement.


    “Are you trying to kill me? Couldn’t you have reached out and helped me stop?” Robin demanded, fuming.


    Dn fixed Robin with an icy stare, his brows knitting ever so slightly. This man was a headache-inducing chatterbox.


    “Well? Cat got your tongue?” Robin snapped. “You had plenty to say when you tricked me. What now?”


    Dn’s voice was t, uninterested. “I have no obligation to help you up.” Without another word, he turned and strode out of the room.


    Robin, bristling with rage, stomped after Dn—only to watch Dn gently shut the door behind him.


    “You…” Robin started, but Dn didn’t even nce his way. Dn just walked off, silent and indifferent.


    That cold dismissal only stoked Robin’s fury. With a growl, he chased after Dn. “Are you seriously just going to ignore me? Dn! Stop right there! Did you do something to Christina while I wasn’t around? No way you’d sink that low, right?” Dn said nothing.


    But Robin wasn’t the type to back off. “I heard rumors—you’re interested in men. So why are you hovering around her? What’s the matter? Lost your voice? Come on, Dn—say something!”


    Robin paused briefly, gathering more fuel for his tirade. “Don’t think that giving me the silent treatment will get you off the hook. As long as I’m here, I’m watching you. Every second. Don’t even think about pulling anything shady—”


    Bang! Dn mmed his room door shut, cutting Robin off mid-rant.


    Robin barely stopped himself in time—one more step and his nose would’ve met wood. “Dn! You didn’t even set up a room for me! Where am I supposed to sleep? This is how you treat your guests?” he shouted through the door.


    Your favorite stories gαlnσv???s


    Inside his room, Dn rubbed his temple, his head pounding like a war drum. Thest thing he wanted was to deal with a chatterbox. Robin was like a one-man symphony ofints. How had the Miller family endured him all these years?


    Dn couldn’t help but marvel at their endurance.


    Eventually, Robin seemed to tire, and he quieted down.


    Dn exhaled in relief. If Robin went on and on, he would’ve called the driver himself—just to shove Robin straight back to Kitaso.


    The next morning, as Christina opened her bedroom door, something toppled in her doorway with a dull thud. Still groggy, she nearly stepped right on it. Startled, she quickly retreated two steps. Thest traces of sleep vanished in an instant.


    “Huh? Morning already?” Robin muttered, squinting as sunlight pierced his half-open eyes. The light was a bit blinding for him, and he hadn’t noticed Christina staring at him.


    Recognizing Robin, Christina let out an exasperated sigh and crouched beside him, giving his cheek a few light taps. “There are at least a dozen guest rooms in this ce. What are you doing sleeping here? Have youpletely lost it?”


    Robin, still hovering between dream and reality, heard her voice and thought he must be imagining things. But once her face came into focus, he shot upright like a spring-loaded trap.


    .


    .<fndc78> Checktest chapters at find?novel</fndc78>


    .