Chapter 367
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hard his features nearly split from the effort. He couldn’t have been happier, as if the one lying on the ground in such a sorry state wasn’t his own grandson.
“Grandpa, you…” Robin faltered, so furious that the words caught in his throat. He coughed a few times, choking on his own indignation. Had he not been the spitting image of Kurt in his youth, he might have doubted the blood tie altogether.
Without sparing his grandson a glance, Kurt strolled toward Christina. “Young lady, you must be exhausted after all that. Let me buy you lunch—you’ve earned it. And if you’re not satisfied with how things went, we can eat first, and then you can pummel him some more,” he offered, grinning ear to ear.
Christina looked from him to the disheveled boy on the ground, mildly entertained. Still, she had something more pressing—Dylan was waiting on her for a meal. She couldn’t spare the time for this sideshow. “No thanks,” she said simply, striding forward without breaking pace.
She had barely moved when a voice, sharp with irritation and resolve, shouted from behind her, “Hold it!”
Robin had gotten to his feet, his eyes locked onto her like a challenge. “If my grandpa hadn’t distracted me, I wouldn’t have lost to you! This match doesn’t count. We’re doing this again!”
Christina turned to Robin, her eyes sharp as ice. “If it’s a fight you want, I’m game. Just not now—I’m busy.”
Robin jumped in. “Then when will you be free?”
Christina shrugged. “When I am not occupied, obviously.”
Robin blinked, frowning. “That’s your answer? Isn’t that nonsense?”
Christina stayed calm. “How is it nonsense? If I’m not occupied, then I’m obviously free. Simple as that.”
“Well said! Truly deep!” Kurt laughed, nodding in approval.
Robin rolled his eyes. “Grandpa, since when did you become such a suck-up?” Kurt shot him a look. “What do you know, you brat?”
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Robin sighed, exasperated. He turned back to Christina. “Give me your number. How else am I supposed to find you for a rematch?”
Robin’s body still ached all over. He figured it was smart to heal up before throwing himself into another round with her. It wasn’t every day he met someone who could go toe-to-toe with him—and not hold back. Still, he refused to believe he’d lost fair and square. His grandfather’s interference must’ve thrown him off. Yeah. That had to be it.
Kurt’s eyes sparkled, his chest swelling with delight. For the first time, his hardheaded grandson was asking for a girl’s number. He had a hunch—this girl might just be the one to finally knock some sense into his grandson.
Christina paused for a moment and then gave Robin her contact. “My last name is Jones,” she added.
“My last name is—” Robin began, but she cut him off. “Doesn’t matter to me.” And with that, she turned and walked away. By the time her words sank in, she was already gone.
Robin snapped, “Like I wanted to know your last name!”
Kurt burst into laughter, loud and hearty.
Robin glared. “What’s so funny? Your own grandson just got beat up, and you’re still laughing?”
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