?Chapter 1055:<fn594b> Content originallyes from Find1Novel</fn594b>


    Christina remained perfectly still, her body taut and rigid, strung like a bow pulled tight to its very limit.


    Those clear eyes locked onto hers as he tugged his shirt upward in one smooth motion. “More touches, Chrissie?”.


    he murmured, feigning childlike innocence.


    Deliberately, he revealed the hard lines of his torso, letting her eyes drink in the sight of his sculpted abdomen—a predator baring his charm with practiced ease.


    His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, every muscle defined in ruthless precision, as though a sculptor had carved him without w. The shirt, pushed up just enough, revealed shes of skin that teased like forbidden secrets. That glimpse alone—so alluring—was irresistible.


    An impulse gripped Christina, a wild urge to tear his shirt awaypletely, to let every etched line of his body sear itself unrestrained into her memory.


    Christina’s eyes drifted downward, lingering far too long on the sculpted lines of Dn’s abs.


    Her slender fingers twitched as she toyed with the idea of feeling his defined abs, but ultimately, she forced the impulse down, holding it at bay. Still, she found Dn utterly irresistible.


    Startled by her own wandering thoughts, Christina bolted upright and hurriedly slipped off the bed. “It’s time for breakfast. Get up and freshen yourself,”.


    she blurted before rushing out of the room, not daring to nce back.


    Dn watched her flustered retreat, a faint smile tugging at his lips. She was simply too endearing, so endearing, in fact, that he longed to pull her into his arms and never let go. How he wished he could fuse her into his being. The distance between them seemed to be closing bit by bit, and Dn wished to keep up his charade and have her by his side like this forever. Yet, he knew the facade couldn’tst indefinitely. If he prolonged it, given Christina’s character, she might take on the burden of thepany for him. He wouldn’t want her to exhaust herself managing business matters and fretting over his “illness.”.


    When the time came, he would return to his true self.


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    Regaining his usualposure, Dn made his way toward the bathroom.


    At the washstand, Christina caught sight of her own reflection, noticing the blush staining her cheeks and the reddened tips of her ears.


    She dropped her gaze, scooped up cold water, and sshed it over her face. She wanted to clear her head, but images of Dn’s clear-eyed invitation for her to touch his abs refused to fade. His unintentional charm was the most irresistible of all.


    Christina pressed the cool water against her flushed cheeks again, forcing herself to calm down.


    “Get a grip. He may look grown, but right now his mind is no more than a child’s,”.


    she muttered under her breath, scolding herself for entertaining inappropriate thoughts about him.


    Once she hadposed herself, she left the room. The moment she opened the door, her eyes locked unexpectedly with Dn’s.


    He tilted his head slightly, wearing a guileless smile. “Chrissie, more touches?”.


    As he asked, his hand already tugged at his shirt, ready to lift it. Christina darted forward and caught his hand, stopping him instantly. It was maddening! Her heartbeat, which had only just steadied, began to hammer wildly once more.


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