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    “It’s fine.” Robin quickly avoided her gaze, his ears tinged pink. Truth was, Christina was really sweet to him. Maybe… just maybe… he’d help her again next time after all. A faint smile crept onto his lips, a soft warmth blooming in his chest.


    “Why’d you suddenly stop yapping?” Christina teased, not letting up.


    Robin’s smile vanished in a sh. “Yapping? Am I really that annoying to you? You awful woman! I’m warning you, don’t push it or I’ll—”


    “Or what?” Christina cut in with a raised brow and a smirk. “Punish me?” Robin’s eyes flicked to her red lips, and his ears flushed bright red. He quickly turned away, mumbling, “Punish you? Do I look like some unreasonable jerk like you?”


    Christina justughed softly and kept massaging his hand, not taking his grumbling to heart. Robin might be a bit hot-tempered, but she knew he was a good guy underneath it all.


    Robin’s gaze drifted back to her—her head slightly bowed,shes fluttering like butterfly wings. That high nose, those glossy, crimson lips—dangerously alluring.


    He waspletely lost in the moment… when a cold voice suddenly cut through the air, snapping him right back to reality.


    “Let me do it.” Dn walked in with a cold, no-nonsense expression on his face. His gaze, sharp as a de, locked directly onto Robin’s smirking face. He would enjoy seeing how long that grinsted.


    The second Robin spotted Dn, the smile faded, and his expression darkened into a scowl.


    “No need to trouble yourself. It just needs a little more rubbing,” Christina said, politely refusing.


    Dn grabbed the jar of balm anyway, his voice firm. “It’s no trouble. I’ll handle it.” Without warning, Dn seized Robin’s hand. His eyes scanned Robin’s dark purple suit as if mentally shredding it to pieces.


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    “What the hell are you doing?” Robin snapped, yanking his hand back. But Dn’s grip didn’t budge.


    If Christina weren’t right there, Robin would’ve thrown a punch by now. “Sit tight.” Dn’s words came low and cool, but the pressure of his grip silently warned Robin to stay away from Christina.


    Robin didn’t back down. He squeezed right back, his teeth clenched. “It’s none of your damn business.”


    Their eyes locked, sparks practically flying.


    Christina could feel the tension. These two were seconds away from throwing punches.


    “What are you doing? It’s about applying medicine, not fighting.” Christina frowned, her gaze darting between the two. At this rate, they’d injure each other. Honestly, ever since their first meeting, the air had been thick with hostility. Maybe it went back to old family grudges—the Scotts and Millers had crossed paths plenty.


    Her displeased voice prompted them to release their grips.<fnd4ee> Readplete version only at f?ndnovel</fnd4ee>


    Robin huffed, turning away in irritation.


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