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    Watching her silence stretch on, Dn’s chest tightened, assuming she would not ept the intimacy he longed for between them. “That’s all right,” he said softly. “There’s still time ahead of us. I’ll wait until you’re willing.”


    His deep voice carried a soothing strength, wrapping around her like a balm, full of patience and warmth.


    After a long pause, Christina drew in a steadying breath. A gentle smile curved her lips as she lifted her eyes to his, her gaze shining with unguarded honesty. “Yes, the future stretches far, but life itself is fragile. None of us can prevent the unexpected. Why waste our days on hesitation when we can reach out and grasp the happiness that’s right in front of us?”


    Her words, spoken with subtle firmness, left Dn momentarily dazed. “You agreed to be with me?” His voice shook as he tried in vain to contain his joy.<fnf961> This update is avable on find?novel</fnf961>


    “Yes.” Christina’s smile deepened as she nodded. “Let’s be together.”


    Dn’s eyes grew misty with overwhelming emotion, affection swelling to the point of tears as he pulled her into a fierce embrace. Atst—he had secured a ce within Christina’s heart.


    “Chrissie, never leave me. Let’s remain side by side, always.” His arms clung to her as if loosening them might awaken him from a dream too beautiful to be real. The sensation of her against him was both vividly alive and impossibly surreal.


    “Alright,” Christina whispered, her breath brushing his ear. “As long as you stay, I won’t leave you.”


    Unable to contain the rush of happiness, Dn swept her off her feet and spun her around,ughter spilling out of him with boyish abandon.


    Meanwhile, after his hospital examination, Brendon prowled through the corridors, his expression stormy as he searched for Christina and the man he imagined at her side. In his mind, it was obvious—the man she had shown such desperate concern for had to be here, hidden somewhere in this very ce. The thought of her fretting so much over another man filled him with burning resentment. When he had been the one injured, she hadn’t spared him so much as a nce.


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    “Brendon, what exactly are you looking for?” Ynda’s voice cut through, tinged with irritation. She no longer bothered to soften her tone. Their marriage had already been registered. Though Brendon’s assets hadn’t been notarized before marriage yet, she was confident she could stilly im to nearly half of them.


    Armed with that assurance, she no longer felt the need to indulge Brendon with endless patience. The role of the humble, amodating partner had grown stale. Once she secured everything she desired, she would never again allow the Dawson family to sneer down at her—least of all Bethel, that insufferable old woman.


    Brendon stopped abruptly, shooting Ynda a displeased look. What set her off this time? Had she figured out that he was actually hunting down Christina and the man beside her?


    “I came here for a friend,” Brendon said smoothly, the lie slipping out without a shred of guilt. “He’s hurt, so I wanted to check in on him.”


    Ynda crossed her arms, clearly upset. “Then why didn’t you just call? What’s the point of searching fruitlessly like this?”


    Dragging her around had worn her thin. A phone call would’ve ended this already.


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