Chapter 383
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“Sure.” Robin quickly shared his contact details.
Using a backup device, Christina saved his number. “If anything comes up, send a text. NO voice or video calls,” she instructed.
Robin gave an immediate nod. “Alright.” Despite his agreement, he was slightly baffled. Why all the secrecy?
He escorted her to the exit, watched her slide into her ride, and stayed there until the vehicle disappeared into the night before turning away.
Not long after hitting the road, Christina got a call from Davina.
“You heading back? Dylan is coming to see you. I gave him the address, so hustle,” Davina said quickly.
Davina had handed over the address to Dylan without hesitation, afraid that any delay might rouse his suspicion.
“Got it,” Christina replied before ending the call and speeding through a side road to beat Dylan to the destination.
When the buzzer sounded, Davina moved to answer. A tall figure with a sharp presence stood beyond the doorway. It was Dylan. His usually steely eyes now shimmered with unease.
“How’s Christina holding up?” Dylan asked tensely. “I came to take her to the hospital.”
“She’s resting now. Took some medication, finally knocked out. Probably best if you let her sleep,” Davina lied smoothly, voice steady and convincing.
Davina barred Dylan’s path at the threshold, making it clear she had no plans to grant him entry.
Dylan’s suspicion intensified. With a chilling tone, he abruptly asked, “When did you arrive?”
“Earlier today,” Davina lied smoothly. “I invited Christina to join me, but she suddenly didn’t feel well…” Her face was unreadable, her voice laced with a delicate mixture of lies and truth, making it nearly impossible to determine what was real.
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“I would like to check on Christina,” Dylan said, his eyes locked on Davina’s face, searching for cracks in her facade.
Davina calmly stepped aside, finally allowing him to get in. “You may look in on her, but be quiet. She’s resting,” she instructed softly and walked ahead to lead the way.
“Okay,” he replied, his suspicion subsiding a little. Maybe he had read too much into it? Had Christina truly been staying with Davina in this building the whole time, simply feeling under the weather?
“She’s through here. Keep your voice down,” Davina whispered, slowly turning the handle.
As the hinges groaned, tension coiled in Dylan’s chest. He tiptoed inside, each step deliberate and silent. His gaze immediately found Christina lying on the mattress, seemingly fast asleep. Curled into herself, her face pale and drawn, her lips colorless, she looked deeply unwell—her sleep restless and uneasy.
An invisible weight pressed against Dylan’s ribs, stealing the air from his lungs. His mouth opened slightly, yet no words escaped. He didn’t want to disturb Christina’s rest.
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