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    Seeing the strain in Christina’s smile gave Vickie a feeling of victory, confirming that her subtle jab hadnded.


    She decided that Dn must genuinely treat all women with the same detached coldness.


    Therefore, if she simply kept working at it, she might eventually earn the kind of attention Christina once enjoyed.


    But Vickie wasn’t aiming for mere attention—she wanted all of Dn’s heart, permanently.


    The rest of the meal passed in a heavy, awkward silence—a tension secretly softened by the hidden intimacy between the two lovers.


    As they exited the private room and entered the busy main dining area of Morfort Restaurant, Dn abruptly stopped, turned to Vickie, and said, “A word, please.”


    Christina didn’t so much as flinch when Dn spoke—not even a turn of her head.


    A faint, almost teasing smile tugged at her lips. She trusted himpletely.


    Being loved with such devotion filled her with quiet confidence. He had signed over every asset to her name. His entire empire stood as proof of his loyalty. How could she ever question him?


    Across from them, the other three were left speechless, their gazes drawn toward Dn like mas.


    Morse adjusted his gold-rimmed sses, a puzzled frown creasing his brow as his hand instinctively tightened around Chloe’s. He couldn’t guess what Dn was ying at.


    Chloe’s eyes shimmered faintly, her expression torn and uncertain. Was Dn trying to hurt Christina on purpose?


    But no one was more shocked than Vickie. For a few seconds, she was frozen—and then tion lit her features.


    Dn had never once asked to be alone with her, never once offered her a private moment. And yet here he was, doing exactly that.


    Vickie convinced herself that Dn’s offer meant he wanted to personally drive her home.


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    Her pulse quickened. Could it be that he’d finally noticed her devotion after all these years?


    The thought made her cheeks warm, a shy, eager smile spreading across her face as she nodded. “Okay.”


    “Let’s go.” Chloe’s frustration red as she clutched Morse’s hand and hurried after Christina. “Christina, wait for us!”


    Her heart felt pulled in two directions—Christina on one side, Vickie on the other.


    To her, neither woman had done anything wrong. The problem was Dn, acting in ways she no longer recognized.


    This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. In her mind, Dn and Christina should have been together—married, happy, growing old side by side.


    “Christina… I’m sorry. I never thought things would end up like this…” Chloe murmured, gripping her friend’s hand tightly.


    “This isn’t your fault,” Christina said gently, her voice calm. “Life doesn’t always follow our ns—and we can’t control how others choose to act.”


    She smiled softly and patted Chloe’s hand. “Sometimes, things fall apart just to remind us we’re not in control.”


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