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    A familiar voice called out softly from the other side. “Is someone in there?”


    It was Vickie.


    Christina’s brow furrowed instantly. Of course—it had to be her, probably looking for Dn.


    “Miss Jones, are you in there?” Vickie asked in a polite tone.


    Christina quickly released Dn’s lip and drew in a careful, silent breath.


    She forced her heartbeat to steady before answering calmly, “It’s me. Did you need something?”


    Vickie hesitated, frowning faintly. Something about the situation felt… off.


    But she couldn’t quite ce it. “Oh, it’s nothing,” she said after a beat. “You were gone a while, so I thought something might’ve happened.”


    “I’m fine, just a bit of an upset stomach. I’ll be out soon,” Christina lied smoothly, her tone light and casual.


    Dn’s dark eyes gleamed with quiet amusement, pride flickering there like a secret me. To him, she was perfect—quick,posed, and his.


    “Oh.” Vickie lingered a few seconds longer. “Are you sure you’re okay? Should I grab you some medicine?”


    “No need. Go ahead—I’ll join you in a moment,” Christina replied evenly.


    “Alright then,” Vickie said, turning as if to leave.


    But instead of walking away, she crept back quietly, pulling out her phone.


    Switching to the camera, she lowered it toward the narrow gap under the stall door—intent on confirming whether Christina was truly alone.


    Just as Vickie was about to press the camera button, the toilet in the stall flushed at that very moment.


    Startled by the noise, she hastily withdrew her phone and scurried out of the bathroom.


    Inside the stall, Christina had lifted Dnpletely off the floor, holding him securely in her arms.


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    If Vickie had managed to look under the door, she would have seen only one pair of feet.


    If Christina didn’t have such acute hearing, she would never have realized that Vickie had crept back.


    Holding Dn tightly, Christina didn’t even dare to breathe normally, staying perfectly motionless.


    Luckily, her special training meant supporting his weight didn’t strain her at all.


    Dn held onto her like a spoiled boyfriend, his arms around her neck, watching her with warm, happy eyes.


    Christina was absolutely amazing. Her arms felt warm, strong, and safe.


    If he weren’t worried about tiring her, he could have stayed there forever.


    Christina nced down and met his smiling eyes, immediately feeling annoyed.


    Her look was a silent usation, ming himpletely for their near-disaster.


    Dn’s lips moved slightly, his expression shifting to one of innocent apology, as if wordlessly admitting fault.


    Christina let out a long, frustrated sigh.


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