Chapter 139
Chapter 139:
Fernanda watched him in awe, asking, “You can cook p>
She had always thought that someone like Cristian, coming from a wealthy family, would be accustomed to having everything done for him. She never expected him to take the time to cook for himself.
“Yes,” Cristian answered. “I’ve been cooking since I was a kid. When I studied abroad, I mostly cooked for myself, and that’s when my cooking really improved p>
Fernanda inquired curiously, “You didn’t hire anyone to take care of your daily meals while you studied abroad p>
Cristian chuckled at the question, offering a slightly exasperated glance. “I went there to study, not for a vacation p>
Fernanda felt embarrassed, realizing she might have misunderstood the lifestyle of the wealthy.
She offered to lend a hand, but Cristian gently declined, insisting that since it was her birthday, she didn’t need to do anything. All she had to do was relax and wait for the meal to be served.
So, Fernanda leaned against the kitchen door, content to watch Cristian work with careful precision, his movements smooth and efficient as he prepared the meal.
The crystal chandelier above cast a brilliant light, bathing his face in a soft, silvery glow.
Dressed in casual clothes, Cristian looked more relaxed, exuding a gentler, more approachable vibe.
As he chopped the vegetables, the movement of his shoulders and back was fluid, revealing the subtle contours of his lean, well-toned physique beneath his clothes, adding to the effortless charm of the moment.
Suddenly, it hit Fernanda—Cristian was only twenty-four this year.
But whenever he wore a suit, he carried himself with the poise and maturity of someone much older, someone experienced in the business world. He was the perfect blend of maturity and youthful allure, a rare combination that left a lasting impression on her. Even Ector didn’t seem as composed or experienced as Cristian, despite being just a little older.
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Lost in thought, Fernanda found her gaze lingering on Cristian, unable to tear her eyes away.
When Cristian noticed her gaze, he turned toward her with a soft smile.
That simple gesture made her heart race, sending a flutter through her chest and making her breath catch.
Fernanda looked away from Cristian, her cheeks flushing.
She couldn’t grasp what was happening to her. In the past, she had always remained composed, no matter who stood before her. Why, then, was her resolve slipping now?
“What’s on your mind?” Cristian asked casually, breaking the silence.
“I’m just wondering how your cooking will turn out,” Fernanda replied, masking her unease with a casual excuse.