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    Dn looked back on everything with new eyes, now certain he was being guided by fate.


    He had never really thought much of fate. He always believed he had to make everything happen on his own.


    But now, he believed some things really were meant to be. Fate had a funny way of working—deciding who would stay or leave, and whom one was meant to cross paths with.


    All he had to do now was move in the direction destiny was pointing him.


    Christina felt that same flutter in her chest, that sense of inevitability she couldn’t quite shake.


    “I can’t help it—I feel like all of this was meant to be, like fate’s been steering us here all along.”


    She tilted her head, smiling as her gaze met Dn’s steady, captivating eyes.


    “I feel the same,” Dn said, gripping her hand tighter. “Like we’re destined to spend the rest of our lives together, even sharing the same tomb.”


    Christinaughed lightly, teasing, “Who’d want to be sharing the same tomb?”


    “You, with me,” Dn replied without missing a beat, his tone quiet but firm. “You have to promise me that.”


    Christina nced down at the te. “Let’s eat before the spaghetti goes cold.”


    “Promise me,” Dn pressed, refusing to let go. He needed to hear it.


    “Fine,” Christina said, cheeks warming with a shy smile.


    Dn’s eyes narrowed, not letting her off so easily. “What do you mean by ‘fine’?”


    She sighed, but her smile lingered. “It means ‘I promise you,’ okay?”


    That was enough for him. Relief washed over Dn’s face as he finally let out a smile.


    “Chrissie, you’ve never broken your word. I trust you.”


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    Christina was someone who stood by her promises, and knowing she’d spoken those words eased the unease in his chest.


    “Then,” Christina said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, “I want to enjoy your cooking for the rest of my life.”


    “My pleasure,” Dn answered without hesitation.


    If winning her heart meant cooking for her forever, he’d be d to spend his life in the kitchen.


    Even so, a sliver of unease lingered. Christina was the kind of woman who turned heads wherever she went.


    He couldn’t let any other man even sniff the chance of taking her away.


    For now, though, all that existed was the two of them with their spaghetti, trading nces and breaking into bursts ofughter—lost in their own joy.


    At the vi, Joselyn swept into the living room, her face dark as thunder. Her sharp gaze immediatelynded on Ynda.


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