Chapter 1848:


    “Yes,” Christina replied, slipping her fingers into his. They exchanged a look that needed no words.


    They made their way down to the dining room.


    “Slow down,” Dn said, watching the pace at which Christina was eating.


    She swallowed thest mouthful and held out her bowl with a bright grin. “More, please.”


    “Alright — but just a little. Eating too much right before sleep won’t do you any favors,” Dn answered gently.


    “But the porridge you made is incredible…” Christina said, her expression caught somewhere between longing and reason.


    Dndled in half a serving and ruffled her hair with easy affection. “Bear with it for tonight. I’ll make something wonderful for you tomorrow.”


    “Really?” Her eyes lit up at the mere thought.


    “Absolutely. Whatever you’re craving, just let me know tomorrow and I’ll pick up what we need,” he said with a quiet smile.


    Christina considered this. “There’s too much I’m craving. I’ll need time to decide.”


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    “No rush. Think it over. Once you’ve made up your mind, just put your order in through the app — I added a few new options you might like,” Dn said.


    Christina threw her arms around him and pressed her face against his chest with augh. “What am I supposed to do with you? You pamper me endlessly, and you cook like a dream. I almost can’t live without you.”


    “Then I suppose I’ll have to put in even more effort.” He chuckled, folding his arms around her.


    “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, tilting her head back to look at him.


    “You said ‘almost’ — which means you could still walk away,” Dn said, patting her gently, his eyes warm with tenderness. “So I need to try harder to make sure you’ll always choose to stay.”


    Christina beamed and curled against him like a contented kitten.


    “Alright — finish your porridge before it gets cold,” he reminded her, his voice low.


    “Okay!” She bobbed her head and resumed eating with obvious delight.


    She treasured this quiet life — untouched by chaos, warmed by the simplefort of their shared days. She was tired of uncertainty and wanted nothing more than a future built on moments exactly like this one.


    Morning broke once more.


    As she did every day, Bethel stepped out of the elevator. Her routine never varied: cross the sitting room, wander through the garden, thene back in for breakfast.


    But today, she stopped the instant she entered the sitting room.


    Because the person she had missed through so many long days and nights was standing there atst.


    “Christina—” Bethel’s voice wavered, thick with emotion and disbelief. “Is it truly you? You’ve reallye home?”


    Christina spun around with a bright grin. “Bethel, it’s me. I’m home.”


    “Christina!” Bethel cried out, so ovee with joy that her cane slipped from her grasp as she rushed forward, tears shimmering in her eyes.


    Afraid she might stumble, Christina hurried to meet her and steadied her by the arms. “Slow down — you could trip.”


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