Chapter 392
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Dylan rested on his own hospital bed, his eyes fixed on Christina’s sleeping form. Around her, the chill that always surrounded him faded away, replaced by a quiet tenderness, mixed with an affection he never quite put into words. To him, Christina had a quiet brilliance, shining effortlessly even in her sleep, as if simply existing was enough to light up the room.
Without realizing it, Dylan’s lips curled into a soft, rare smile—a gentle look that seldom appeared on his face. Anyone watching would have been shocked seeing him grin like that.
Morning arrived. Inside the hotel, Yvonne woke up with a groan, her whole body aching.
The moment her eyes fluttered open and landed on the hefty, snoring figure next to her, a jolt of shock rooted her in place. It only took a second for her to recognize Moss’s disgusting face, and she let out a sharp scream.
“Ah!” Yvonne’s scream grew even louder when she realized she had no clothes on. Fury and shame flooded her all at once, and she began to hit and kick Moss with everything she had.
Moss woke up in confusion, only to catch a punch to the eye before he even understood what was happening. Blinded by anger, he didn’t even check who was attacking him, and he swung back with a heavy slap.
Moss hissed, his words sharp and vicious. “You filthy glut! Do you really think you can treat me like this? Who do you think you are, hitting me? If I don’t teach you a lesson now, you’ll really start thinking you’re something special!”
Terror etched on Yvonne’s face. She grabbed her head with shaking hands, screaming as she scrambled backward. Tears poured down her cheeks, turning her eyes red and swollen. She desperately wanted to understand what had happened. Hadn’t she drugged Christina last night? Christina should have been the one waking up in this bed, not her. How had it all gone so wrong?
Fear and confusion twisted inside Yvonne until she lost all control. She began coughing, struggling to breathe.
Moss, hand raised to strike again, suddenly froze as he realized something was off. This woman wasn’t Christina—the woman he’d been promised. Yvonne didn’t even come close to matching Christina’s stunning looks.
Moss’s expression grew even darker, fury burning in his eyes. “So this is how the Jones family does business? I was told I’d be getting Christina, and instead, you send yourself? Do you think you can just throw any woman into my bed and I’ll go along with it?”
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Still seething, he yanked Yvonne by the hair and glared at her. “Tell me! What on earth is going on?”
Yvonne had never been handled so roughly before. She shook uncontrollably, struggling to form words. “You…”
Fear gripped her so tightly that she couldn’t get a single coherent sentence out, no matter how hard she tried.
Moss’s patience snapped. “What are you mumbling about? Where’s that old man Mack? Go get him right now!” His voice boomed through the room.
Inside, Yvonne was seething, her teeth clenched tight with rage. If she had a blade in her grasp, she would have gone after Moss without a second thought. Still, her anger toward Moss couldn’t compare to the burning resentment she felt for Christina. If it weren’t for Christina, she wouldn’t have ended up in this humiliating situation. She blamed Christina for everything.
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