?Chapter 1203:
Dn’s text popped up directly on the screen that Davina was holding in her hands. A huge, amused grin spread across her face as she read the sweet message.
Who could have imagined that the normally cold and serious Dn would send such an adorable, affectionate text?
Sure, these kinds of messages werepletely normal between people who were dating, buting from Dn specifically, it seemed shockingly abnormal.
Davina found it nearly impossible to match the guy who wrote this cute message with the stern, businesslike Dn she was familiar with.
She felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment, though she reminded herself that she hadn’t meant to invade their privacy. She had seen the messagepletely by ident.
Davina was still grinning to herself when Christina’s phone suddenly started ringing in her hand, making her jump.
Naturally, the caller ID showed Dn’s name. He had clearly gotten impatient waiting for a text response and decided to call instead.
Davina paused for a second, weighing her options, before finally deciding to pick up the call.
The instant the call connected, Dn’s soft, gentle voice filled her ear.
“Chrissie, did you see what’s going around online? Howe you haven’t answered me? Are you alright?”
His voice was tender and full of genuine concern, the kind that could melt even the coldest heart.
Goosebumps prickled across Davina’s skin, and she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a small gasp of surprise.
It was nearly impossible to match the cold, distant Dn she knew with this warm, tender voice speaking right now, and she had to fight to keep herself from bursting outughing. Still, she let out a quiet chuckle, finding the whole situation absolutely hrious.
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Maybe it was the dramatic difference between his typical ice-cold personality and the way he became with Christina that made it so entertaining to witness.
Or maybe it was simply the happiness she felt watching Christina finally find real joy and love after everything she’d been through, seeing her with someone who genuinely cared about her and treated her like she mattered.
“You’re not Chrissie! Who are you?” Dn’s voice instantly turned ice-cold, his hostility so sharp and cutting that Davina could practically feel it radiating through the phone.
“I–I’m so sorry, Mr. Scott! I’m Davina—Christina’s in the shower right now!” Davina blurted out in a rush, her voice trembling with panic.
The heavy, suffocating hostility on the line made her skin prickle with unease. She knew that if she didn’t rify immediately, she might not survive the weight of his fury.
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