Chapter 134
Chapter 134:
“I just don’t want to risk anyone with loose lips seeing us and spreading rumors,” Cristian explained patiently. “Here, it’s private and safe. Plus, I have something important to discuss with you. Trust me, I have no ill intentions p>
With that, he ascended the steps, placed his finger on the scanner, and unlocked the door.
Turning back, he motioned for Fernanda to come inside.
On the steps, dressed impeccably in his sharp suit, Cristian looked effortlessly dashing. The golden afternoon sunlight seemed to form a halo around him.
Fernanda approached slowly, taking in the surroundings.
Each building contained a total of just six households. The setup offered an impressive level of privacy and a comfortable living environment, making it an ideal place for those who valued tranquility and exclusivity.
Inside, Cristian’s home reflected his taste—decorated in a minimalist Scandinavian style, it was clean, open, and inviting, with an air of effortless comfort.
As Fernanda stepped inside, he handed her a pair of thick disposable slippers, his thoughtful gesture aligning perfectly with the home’s warmth and simplicity.
Fernanda slid them on, then made herself comfortable on the plush sofa.
Cristian returned moments later with a decanter of red wine and two elegantly designed glasses.
“Are we celebrating something?” Fernanda asked curiously, her gaze shifting to the wine glasses.
“Of course,” Cristian replied with a smile, his tone warm and inviting. “Today is a special day p>
He poured two glasses of wine, carefully handing one to her.
Fernanda blinked in surprise, unsure of what he meant.
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Cristian eased into a single chair nearby, lifted his glass, and gently clinked it against hers.
The soft chime of the glasses resonated, the deep red wine swirling with each movement.
His voice, rich and velvety, carried a warmth that rivaled the wine.
“Happy birthday, Fernanda,” he said.
The words caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless. Her gaze drifted to the electronic calendar on the wall. The date, September 12th, was unmistakably displayed.
It hit her—today really was her birthday.
She had let the day slip her mind, but Cristian hadn’t. Birthdays had lost their significance to her long ago, ever since the boy and Mr. Bernard vanished on one of her birthdays.