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    But Dn brushed it off with a smile. “It’s fine. I’ll be careful next time.”


    Christina didn’t press the matter. Since Dn was the head of Scott Group, any visible weakness could stir up gossip and givepetitors something to exploit.


    Christina let out a sigh and continued to treat his wound, reapplying a clean bandage after the medication. Only after she finished bandaging his wound did she eat her breakfast. As she was almost done, Dn suddenly asked, “Is it good?”


    “It’s good,” she replied without thinking, “but not as good as your cooking.”


    “What do you want for lunch and dinner? I’ll cook,” Dn offered.


    Christina was stunned by his offer, her gaze falling on his injured arm. “Forget it. Let the chef handle it. You can cook after you’ve healed.”


    “This little injury is nothing…”


    Before Dn could finish, Christina interrupted him. “No. What if the wound reopens again?”


    Dn wanted to insist, but seeing her stern and slightly displeased eyes, he quickly abandoned the idea and agreed obediently. “Alright.”


    Three days passed quickly.


    Today marked Skybreaker’s return to the racing track, and it was also the day Christina had to give Dn an answer.


    Sleeppletely eluded Dnst night as he shifted restlessly beneath the covers.


    By dawn, he’d stationed himself outside Christina’s door, determined to be the first person she’d see, silently bracing himself for whatever choice she’d make. Waiting in the hallway, the tension etched itself across his normally unreadable features.


    He paced back and forth with measured steps, his heart caught between wanting a swift answer and the fear of overwhelming Christina. That push and pull left him on edge, each passing second making him more uneasy. His mind reyed her impending decision again and again, unable to escape the worry.


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    Lost in his thoughts, Dn was startled when Christina’s door finally swung open.


    The moment their eyes connected, everything else seemed to vanish. Christina froze, caught off guard by Dn’s sudden presence. She’d done her best to avoid him the past three days, and running into him like this was thest thing she expected.


    Trying to mask her awkwardness, Christina cleared her throat.


    Dn’s concern showed as he asked, “Is your throat bothering you?”


    “Yeah, it’s a little scratchy,” Christina answered, grateful for the excuse and unwilling to admit how flustered she felt. A part of her couldn’t help but wonder if Dn was waiting to hear her answer.


    Dn said gently, “I’ll make you some soupter to soothe your throat.”


    “Really, you don’t have to go out of your way.” Christina hurriedly waved her hand. Since that idental brush, she’d realized just how much Dn had transformed. The icy tone he once used had melted away, reced by a gentle voice that seemed to wrap her infort.


    She had always found Dn’s voice pleasant, and when it suddenly took on that unexpected tenderness, her heart raced.


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