Chapter 133
Chapter 133:
Startled by how accurately he read her, Fernanda stared at him, her thoughts briefly scattering.
Her reaction only confirmed Cristian’s suspicions.
“I do want a career,” she admitted, glancing out the window, her breath catching slightly. “I just don’t know which path to take yet p>
Cristian’s eyes held steady. “I can point you in the right direction p>
Fernanda prompted, “So what’s it p>
Instead of answering, Cristian leaned back, his lips curving into a teasing smile. “You’ll know in a bit p>
The car entered a quiet residential neighborhood, eventually coming to a stop in front of an apartment building.
Fernanda glanced around, recognizing the neighborhood. Though it wasn’t filled with grand villas, this area was known for its affluence. The duplex apartments here boasted spacious layouts, making them a favorite for young professionals on the rise.
As the car pulled to a stop, Cristian stepped out first, his movements unhurried. With a gentlemanly gesture, he walked around and opened the door for Fernanda.
Fernanda paused for a moment before stepping out, her eyes scanning the surroundings with curiosity. “Where are we?” she asked.
Cristian’s lips curved into a soft smile. “My home,” he said simply.
Fernanda’s brows knitted together, her expression instantly conflicted.
“I can’t go to your place,” she protested.
The situation felt absurd to her. As Bobby’s fiancée, she was technically Cristian’s cousin-in-law. What would Cristian’s family think if they saw her at his place?
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Even though she and Cristian were nothing more than friends, she knew how easily others could twist the narrative.
Cristian noticed the mixture of hesitation and disapproval on her face and found it oddly charming. He chuckled lightly and teased, “Relax. I live alone—there’s no one else here p>
“That doesn’t change anything,” Fernanda argued. “Being alone together could still cause misunderstandings p>
Cristian arched a brow, his tone playful. “What, do you think I’ll eat p>
“Are you alive p>
Fernanda shot him a look that seemed to say, “It’s not entirely out of the question p>
Cristian sighed, rubbing his forehead with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Do you really think so little of me, Fernanda? That I’m some kind of scoundrel who preys on women p>
Fernanda hesitated, realizing she might have been overreacting. Cristian was the kind of man who could have any woman he wanted. Why would he have any reason to be interested in her?