Chapter 339
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“Exactly!” Mack chimed in, nodding with complete agreement. “Yvonne is truly worthy of everything wonderful the world has to give.”
“Mom, Dad, I love you both so much!” Yvonne exclaimed, wrapping her arms around them in a warm embrace.
The family savored their loving moment together, all the while plotting against Christina.
Christina returned to the exclusive VIP hospital suite, carrying a bunch of grapes and meals for both herself and Dylan.
“Did something happen while you were out?” Dylan asked, his brow furrowing with concern. Christina had been gone for quite some time. He had waited for her so long that he almost removed his IV drip to go search for her. He was worried that something bad might have happened to her.
“Yes,” she replied with a smile. “I ran into some old acquaintances and ended up chatting with them for a while. You must be really hungry, right? I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting.”
“It’s okay,” Dylan mumbled, the words slipping out easily. As long as she was safe, nothing else truly mattered.
“Here’s your porridge.” Christina handed him the bowl and asked, “Would you like me to feed you?”
“No, thank you.” Dylan quickly adjusted the small tray next to his bed. “Just put it down here.”
“Okay.” After setting the porridge down, Christina began eating her own meal with obvious enjoyment.
At first, Dylan didn’t have much of an appetite. But seeing her eat with such delight made him feel hungrier the longer he watched. Before long, his appetite had returned.
Once they’d both finished eating and cleaned up, Christina washed the grapes and brought them over to Dylan. “I bought some grapes. Would you like to try them?”
Dylan didn’t refuse. He picked up a grape and tasted it. “It’s sweet,” he commented, then picked up another and offered it to her. “Here, give it a try.”
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He expected her to take the grape from his hand. Instead, she leaned closer and took the grape from him with her lips.
Dylan was caught off guard. The second Christina’s soft lips made contact with his fingers, it was like he’d been plugged straight into a live wire. His entire body lit up—buzzing, tingling, completely thrown off track. His spine locked up. His fingers went stiff. Nothing felt like it belonged to him anymore—not his arms, not his legs. He just sat there, completely paralyzed. His heart was going berserk, slamming against his chest like it wanted to bust out and run laps around the room.
“Mmm! Damn, that’s good.” Christina’s eyes sparkled as she licked her lips, completely unaware of the storm she’d just kicked up inside Dylan.
“It’s the perfect kind of sweet.”
Dylan yanked his mind back to the present, shoving every wild thought into a mental lockbox. He forced his face to stay neutral, like he hadn’t just short-circuited from the touch of her lips.
“Here, open up.” Christina grabbed a grape, held it in front of his face, and opened her mouth like she was feeding a toddler.
“Come on. Say, aah…” she teased with a grin.
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