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    What he didn’t know was that Dn had already won Christina’s heart, while Ralphy himself was still standing outside the walls of Davina’s guarded heart.


    Davina noticed the faint disappointment clouding his expression—it struck her in a way she hadn’t expected.


    Just as she was hesitating to offer a word offort, Ralphy looked up suddenly.


    Caught off guard, she froze, her body stiff as their eyes locked.


    What was he about to do? Was he going tosh out?


    Instead, he exhaled a long, weary sigh.


    “Let’s get to the hospital first. Your arm needs treatment,” he said gently.


    In that moment, he had already talked himself out of his irritation.


    He refused to argue with the woman he liked—it would only drive her further away.


    Since she didn’t soothe him, he would soothe himself.


    Davina shook her head, firm and unwavering. “No. I have to retrieve my mother’s ashes first.”


    “Alright,” Ralphy murmured, his voice soft but heavy with quiet ache.


    He understood. If they wasted time at the hospital and her mother’s remains were lost, she’d never forgive him—or herself. What worried him most was the thought of her living the rest of her life buried under guilt.


    Silence fell between them inside the car.


    The ever-chatty Ralphy suddenly found himself without words in front of her.


    The man known for his charm and silver tongue could barely string a sentence together when it came to Davina.


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    The carefree flirt was gone, reced by someone cautious, afraid of saying the wrong thing—learning restraint for her sake.


    When they finally reached Wesson’s vi, the ce was empty. Wesson was gone, and so were her mother’s ashes.


    “They must’ve warned Wesson to grab your mother’s ashes and run,” Ralphy said grimly.


    Behind the ck mask, his expression turned cial, eyes burning with lethal intent.


    Seeing the redness rim Davina’s eyes, Ralphy’s heart twisted painfully.


    “Let’s go back. We’ll make them pay,” he said quietly, his tone low and dangerous.


    “Leave it. Let’s head to the hospital first. They won’t dare destroy my mother’s ashes yet,” Davina said.


    To them, Davina was still valuable—leverage they could use.


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