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    People always said that good food was the quickest way to someone’s heart. Dn wondered how long it would take to truly win Christina over, but he was sure of one thing: as long as she wanted to eat, he would be the one in the kitchen. No one else could take on a responsibility that important. A sh of worry crossed his mind—what if another man tried to win her affection with a delicious meal?

    Christina finished her first bowl and didn’t hesitate to fill it again. The seafood chowder was soforting and rich that putting her spoon down felt impossible.

    With everypliment from Christina, Dn felt like he was floating on cloud nine. Each word of praise only fueled his determination to be her personal chef for life.

    If Chloe and Eloise hadn’t been sitting nearby, Dn might have even rolled up his sleeves and put on a little show. His tanned muscles stood out against the soft pink apron, and he couldn’t help thinking that the striking contrast might work to his advantage.

    He found himself drifting into a brainstorm of tactics to win Christina over, but the sight of Chloe and Eloise quickly snapped him back to reality. With them constantly nearby, snatching even a brief moment alone with her felt hopeless. He was prepared to give everything he had, yet every chance for private time with Christina seemed to slip through his fingers.

    Chloe and Eloise were midway through their meal when an odd tension slithered into the air—like a ghost brushing past, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

    They nced around, but there was nothing unusual in sight, only an intangible disquiet lingering just behind them.

    What they didn’t know was that the unease came from Dn who, despite his calm exterior, found theirpany more vexing than pleasant. Meanwhile, Christina remained unaware of the quiet shift in her own heart—how her feelings for Dn had been softening with each passing day he cared for her. Whenever a flicker of affection sparked, she pushed it aside quickly.

    Two dayster, they all met again—this time at the racetrack.

    “Elliott,” Ralphy said with a smirk, pping him on the shoulder, “you’re going to lose to Dn, no doubt about it.”

    Elliott shrugged him off, his confidence unshaken. “Don’t be so sure.”

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    He figured he had only lost to Christina because she’d been trained by the mythic Skybreaker. But that didn’t make him weak—he was Darknight, a name feared on the track. Dn, on the other hand, had never even raced before. No one had seen him in a race car, let alone on a track.

    Elliott couldn’t fathom how his title—his legacy—could be threatened by someone with zero experience.

    “My brother’s going to win. He’s incredible, you know,” Chloe chimed in proudly, arms folded with certainty. Others might not know her brother’s racing skills, but she did. Still, to her, Skybreaker would always be the pinnacle of racing—and Christina, the brightest spark in the game.

    “Your brother’s got talent, no doubt,” Elliott said to Chloe, eyes narrowing. “But I’m not worse than him.” He turned to Christina. “If I beat Dn, you owe me a rematch. And if I win against you, you’ll deliver a message to Skybreaker for me—I want a race. One-on-one.”

    That was his real ambition: to go head-to-head with the living legend known as Skybreaker. What he didn’t realize was that the Skybreaker he wanted to challenge was Christina herself.

    “You got it,” Christina said, not missing a beat.

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