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    “How about that? Cool, right? Doesn’t it sound super striking?” Robin looked around the table, as if waiting for apuse.


    Across from him, his parents shifted ufortably, embarrassed by their son’s childish demeanor. They buried their heads in their food, pretending they hadn’t seen anything.


    Kurt exhaled deeply, gazing at Robin as if he were a fool. He had dared to expect Robin to finally mature, bringing up his desire to perfect his cooking just to win Christina’s heart. But instead, this little idiot just wanted to defeat her. Kurt suddenly regretted ever going all out to track down ine. This foolish Robin was so fixated on beating Christina that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him. It was a total disaster. Why was Robin always trying to one-up such a good girl? He was definitely going to screw this up for himself.


    Kurt had a strong feeling—one day, Robin would btedly realize he liked Christina and deeply regret this. He might even want to punch himself in the face.


    “Hey, Christina, what do you think of my code name?” Robin asked when the room went quiet.


    Christina smiled, humoring him. “It’s great.”


    As soon as the words left her mouth, the Miller family gave her a collective “you’re-too-kind” look.


    “Now you’re talking,” Robin said, grinning from ear to ear.


    After feasting to their hearts’ content, the group strolled out of Morfort Restaurant.


    The in ck SUV from before was parked back in its previous spot. Ralphy couldn’t help teasing Dn, “Why even bother doing all of this? You’ve been here the whole time, but won’t even say hi.”


    “I’m afraid Christina will be upset,” Dn said, frowning slightly.


    Ralphy raised a brow. “But you’ll see her at the auction tomorrow anyway. What’s the point of keeping your distance now?”


    Dn didn’t answer. His dark gaze never left Christina’s figure as she walked away. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but it seemed like Christina had noticed him.<fn3a94> Content originallyes from find?novel</fn3a94>


    The moment his eyes locked with Christina’s through the car window, Dn instantly turned his gaze away. Even though there was a fair bit of distance between them, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been caught lurking around just for her.


    Meanwhile, standing at the restaurant’s entrance, Christina stared across the street, an odd sensation creeping up her spine, as if someone was watching her.


    “What’s wrong?” Davina asked, her toneced with curiosity. She followed Christina’s line of sight, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.


    “Nothing,” Christina murmured, retracting her gaze and shing a small smile at her friend. “Maybe it’s just my imagination.”


    She surmised that maybe the alcohol had dulled her instincts, messing with her head and making her feel watched. But it wasn’t long before those strange feelings began to fade.


    “Let’s go,” Davina said, yawning.


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