Chapter 394
Chapter 394:
Turning to Fernanda, her smile widened, radiating warmth. “Fernanda, you’ve had quite the day. Have a good rest later. Please don’t hold my earlier reckless request against me. Next time, I’ll make it up to you with a meal. You have to let me treat you. Promise p>
Jordyn’s tact was undeniable, leaving no room for hard feelings. As such, Fernanda couldn’t find a reason to decline.
“Alright,” she agreed with a nod.
“Are you studying at Esaham University? That’s impressive! I’m giving a talk there next week. Let’s plan for that meal then.” Jordyn beamed.
She waved goodbye, her parting smile lingering as she walked off with Bobby. Fernanda was about to leave as well, but Cristian suddenly grabbed her wrist.
“Mr. Reed,” she said, her tone edged with formality, “your place is in the opposite direction of my school. There’s no need to inconvenience yourself p>
“It’s not an inconvenience at all,” Cristian replied, his voice firm but colored with a teasing smile. “Do you think I only have one place to call home p>
Fernanda stared at him, speechless.
Ah, the perks of wealth, she thought bitterly.
Cristian opened the car door and all but nudged her inside, closing it with a resolute click. He pressed the central lock, securing them in.
“Cristian!” Fernanda snapped, her eyes narrowing into a glare. “You’re being unnecessarily forceful p>
“If that’s how you see it, then I won’t deny it,” he said with an easy smile. “I told you before—I’m not exactly a saint p>
Fernanda chose to ignore him.
As the car eased into motion, she turned her head to the window, letting silence wrap around her.
The gentle notes of the piano music, usually as soothing as a lullaby, now grated against her nerves, each chord feeling like a thorn.
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As they rolled past an intersection, Fernanda shifted her gaze away from the window, fixing her eyes straight ahead.
Her expression was calm, her face a mask devoid of any readable emotion.
Cristian stole a glance at her and noticed the familiar sight they had just passed—the Coast Restaurant, a place that once lit up her face with the promise of the steak she adored.
A string of thoughts wove through his mind, and before he realized it, a faint smile curved his lips.
He slowed the car and pulled over.
After that, he turned Fernanda’s shoulders in his direction. “Fernanda, are you jealous?” he inquired.
“What absurdity is this?” Fernanda snapped at Cristian, her voice cold.
“Is it really so absurd?” Cristian asked. “Come on, you were upset when Jordyn asked me to join her at the Coast Restaurant tomorrow, right p>