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    “You can’t stay here regardless,”.


    Chloe snapped, tugging at his arm in frustration. She couldn’t let him interfere with Dn and Christina’s time together.


    But Robin, mule-headed as ever, stayed rooted to the spot, making it impossible for Chloe to move him.


    “I’ll handle it,”.


    Christina offered, walking over with calm determination.


    Yet, the moment she stepped closer, Robin shot up from the sofa with exaggerated indignation. “You’re kicking me out? You’re so cruel!”.


    he used, ring at her.


    Christina folded her arms, a yful smile tugging at her lips. “So, are you walking out on your own, or should I carry you out myself?”


    “I’ve got legs, I can walk just fine,”.


    Robin muttered grumpily. Knowing he couldn’t win against Christina, he trudged reluctantly toward the door.


    But he dawdled, dragging his feet as if each step were hisst, testing Chloe’s patience until she snapped and shoved him forward. His steps quickened a little, though he leaned back deliberately, clinging to thest scraps of resistance.


    Finally, Chloe called for backup. Eloise grabbed Robin from the front while Chloe pushed from behind, and together, they managed to wrestle him into the car.


    The second Robin was inside, Chloe leapt in after him and mmed the door shut. She and Eloise nked him at the rear doors, effectively boxing him in, leaving him no chance to slip away.


    Once they drove off, the whole estate fell into silence.


    An hourter, Christina emerged from the bathroom,zily toweling off her damp hair. Her gaze drifted toward the balcony, where heavy sheets of rain pounded the earth.<fn85b9> Follow current nov?ls on find?novel</fn85b9>


    In the short time she had taken to shower, the drizzle had swelled into a torrential downpour.


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    Still drying her hair, she walked toward the balcony, intending to slide the doors shut and draw the curtains.


    But just as she reached it, her eyes caught sight of a tall figure out in the garden.


    Her brows knitted together. Dn was out there—standing in the rain, ying with the water as though it were nothing. Panic surged through her. She spun around and dashed from the room, forgetting all about the open balcony doors. Dn had no idea what harm he was inviting. Soaking himself like this could easily leave him with a cold, and a fever could spiral into something far more dangerous for his fragile condition.


    Christina flew down the stairs, racing through the living room and out into the storm without hesitation. “Dn!”.


    she cried, her voice breaking through the roar of the rain,ced with anxiety and raw concern.


    Hearing her, Dn slowly turned, a radiant smile spreading across his face. He stood beneath the downpour in nothing but a white shirt and ck suit pants. The top three buttons of his shirt hung undone, revealing a deep V of bronzed skin.


    The rain had stered the thin fabric against his body, tracing every hard line of muscle—the broad chest, the ridged abs—leaving little to the imagination.


    Beneath the crisp white shirt, the wless contours of Dn’s muscles were apparent—smooth, sculpted, and radiating raw vitality. Every line seemed to echo masculine strength and an undeniable allure.


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