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    “Feeling better?” Dn asked, his tone calm and warm.


    “Yes, much better,” Christina replied.


    “If you ever feel unwell, tell me right away. Don’t keep it to yourself,” Dn said, his voice firm but kind.


    “Okay,” Christina murmured, reaching for the cup again, but Dn stopped her.


    “Let me,” Dn said, his tone leaving no room for argument as he sat beside her and picked up the spoon. “I’ll feed you.”


    He was worried she might gulp it down and choke again, so he wanted her to drink slowly.


    Dn scooped a spoonful of milk and brought it carefully to her lips.


    “I can do it myself,” Christina said, her cheeks turning pink from shyness.


    “No, I can’t rx if you drink like that,” Dn replied with a faint frown. He was determined to take care of her himself.


    Seeing that he wouldn’t back down, Christina quietly opened her mouth in surrender.


    Dn fed her patiently, one spoonful at a time, his movements unhurried and tender. Not once did he show a hint of impatience. He treated her with such care because she meant everything to him.


    If she hadn’t, he might have dismissed her behavior as mere fussiness.


    Her thoughts drifted to the past—to a time at the Dawson estate when she had been burning with fever. Brendon’s cold indifference and impatience had cut her deeply then. That was the difference between being loved and being disregarded.


    Dn noticed her silence and looked at her with curiosity. “What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.


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    “I’m thinking…” Christina said with a gentle smile, tilting her head to meet his eyes.


    “Thinking about what?” Dn asked, leaning in slightly, his tone eager and a little nervous.


    “I’m just so d I met you. I feel so lucky to have you in my life. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Christina said warmly.


    Dn’s anxious heart instantly settled, and a slow smile spread across his face.


    “I feel the same way. Meeting you is my greatest blessing, and I hope that blessingsts forever.”


    “It will,” Christina said with quiet certainty.


    Those two simple words filled Dn with such joy that it felt as though the whole world had brightened. “Drink up before it gets cold,” he said gently.


    “Okay,” Christina answered with a smile and took the milk he offered, sipping obediently.


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