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    “But he is correct,” Bethel said, looking directly at him. “Christina is the owner of this house. She decides who stays and who goes.”


    “I don’t care about any of that! He’s leaving right now!” Brendon insisted fiercely, jabbing a finger toward Robin.


    Robin gave a confident, challenging smirk. “You can’t make me.”


    The words were barely out when Brendon lunged forward with a furious roar, his fist pulled back and ready to strike.


    Robin shed a grin, the corner of his mouth lifting as his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, giving him a cocky, devil-may-care look.


    The moment Brendon swung a punch, Robin had already sidestepped with an easyugh, quick as a whip.


    Brendon’s fist sliced through empty air, throwing him off bnce. He stumbled forward, barely stopping himself before he hit the floor.


    “Hey now!” Robin teased, his voice dripping with mockery. Before Brendon could regain his footing, Robin gave him a sharp kick on the backside.


    Brendon, who had just steadied himself, toppled overpletely,nding with a loud, graceless thud.


    Robin strolled over, cleared his throat dramatically, and coughed twice. “Ahem, ahem!”


    Then, with a grin that could drive a saint to rage, he said lightly, “You may rise.”


    Brendon wheezed, the breath knocked clean out of him, his face twisted with fury.


    He clenched his jaw, the tension carving hard lines into his face, while his eyes glinted with dark malice.


    “Robin!” he roared, the name hissing through clenched teeth, every syble soaked in rage, as though he wanted to tear Robin apart with his bare hands.


    “My ears work just fine, no need to shout,” Robin repliedzily, pretending to dig a finger in one ear.


    He looked down at Brendon sprawled on the floor. “If you’re that bored, why not crawl around the living room a few more times? At least you’ll save us the trouble of mopping.”


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    Brendon’s blood boiled. Robin’s smug tone only fanned the mes.


    He forced himself up, eyes zing, and threw another wild punch straight at Robin’s face.


    “Whoa! Easy there!” Robin taunted, ducking effortlessly, his grin widening. “Trying to mess up this handsome face, huh?”


    He didn’t even bother to fight back—just danced around Brendon’s attacks, slipping away every time, making him look like a fool.


    “Tsk, tsk. You’re too slow,” Robin mocked, shaking his head in fake pity. “With reflexes like that, no wonder Christina dumped you.”


    The words hit Brendon like a p. His face went red with anger, his breath catching in his throat.


    “She didn’t dump me!” he snapped. “It was me who left her! She begged me to take her back, and I said no!”


    “Oh, really?” came a calm, cool voice that froze them both.


    They turned—and there stood Christina, right in front of them.


    Brendon’s blood ran cold. Every word he’d just said echoed in his mind.


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