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    Christina snapped out of her thoughts and turned toward him. Her heart stumbled, her pulse skipping. He looked so endearing now that it made her want to reach out and caress his head. She smiled softly, her hand rising to gently ruffle his hair. “Nothing much. Just a little tired. I feel like taking a nap.”


    At once, Dn straightened up, tugging her by the hand. “Then sleep. Let’s go to bed.”


    Christina’s mind betrayed her, conjuring the image of them lying together, and her cheeks flushed with the faintest shade of pink. Currently, Dn’s mindset had retreated, almost equivalent to that of a child’s, and she couldn’t bear to refuse him. Otherwise, he’d only pout and look pitiful, tugging at her sympathy.


    Inside the room, Dn scrambled eagerly onto the bed, pulled the nket over himself, and patted the space beside him. “Chrissie,e here.”


    Christina let out a resigned sigh but, after a moment’s pause,y down next to him.


    “I’ll tell you a story,” Dn announced, ncing around as if searching for something.


    “What are you looking for?” Christina asked, half amused.


    “A storybook,” Dn answered.


    Christina caught his wrist, stopping him. “No need to look. There aren’t any storybooks here. Why don’t you tell me about your childhood? Do you remember anything from when you were little?”


    “I don’t remember,” Dn murmured, shaking his head. If he recounted the past too neatly, Christina might sense that he wasn’t as lost as he pretended to be.


    “Never mind,” Christina said softly, a smile touching her lips. “Let me tell you a story about a little girl.”


    Her smile lingered as she began, her expression gentle, as though she were speaking of someone else’s life.


    Yet Dn could tell she was unraveling her own past. The more he listened, the heavier his chest felt, each word striking deeper, until his heart ached unbearably for her.


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    So young, yet she had walked straight into danger, surviving alone under a hail of bullets. How terrified she must have been. How desperate.


    And when she discovered that her adoptive parents had deliberately cast her aside, sending her to fend for herself, what agony must have filled her heart. Though they had once shown her kindness, every shred of gratitude she held had shattered the moment they abandoned her.


    After dragging herself out of that hell, she had not immediately sought revenge against the Jones family. Only when they drove her past her breaking point did she finally act. Yet even then, she had spared them. She hadn’t taken their lives—only seized control of the Jones Group.


    Christina had shown the Jones family a mercy few others would have granted. Anyone else might have wiped the Jones family from existence long ago. “Let’s not talk about it anymore. Otherwise, you might be too frightened to sleep. It’s time to rest,” Christina said gently, her hand rising to pat Dn’s head with tenderness.


    She had hidden away the cruelest, bloodiest fragments of her story, leaving out horrors that might terrify Dn. In his current state, he was as innocent as a child, so she only shared what could be discovered by others, withholding the rest. She was afraid that once Dn recovered, he might not forget any part of what she’d just revealed.


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