Fernanda yawned, stretching out. “Parents usually have a sixth sense about who’s a bad match.”

Cristian raised an eyebrow and looked at Fernanda, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “So, if your parents approve of some guy, does that mean you’re expected to marry him? I’m sure your dad would love to see me as your husband. Would you go for it?”

Fernanda shot back quickly, “Come on, Robert doesn’t care about me. Why should I care about his opinion?”

Cristian paused, his expression thoughtful. “Hiram actually agreed to our union.”

Fernanda blinked, confused. “When did he say that?”

Cristian grinned. “Remember when we visited your grandfather’s grave? He didn’t exactly protest.”

Fernanda let out a sharp laugh. “Tell me, how could he object to it now that he’s gone?”

Cristian merely shrugged, unbothered. “Looks like I’m a good match for you, don’t you think?”

Fernanda fell silent.

In the end, he was still full of himself, savoring his own words.

Tentatively, Fernanda asked, “Could I take these newspapers with me?”

“They’re yours to do with as you wish.”

Fernanda weighed her options. Keeping them at her dorm seemed too risky—what if there was a security breach? The Morgan family house? Even worse—those people were nothing short of shady.

After some thought, she decided Cristian’s place was probably the safest bet.

“Better leave them with you,” Fernanda said, returning the box to the coffee table. “Feels like the right call.”

Cristian teased, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “So, have you already made this place your home?”

Fernanda rolled her eyes and chose to remain silent.

As she sifted through the newspapers, a sense of understanding settled over Fernanda, illuminating events from the past.

The articles confirmed what she had suspected: Robert and Gracie had shared a passionate love affair, and Robert had only risen to fame because of Gracie’s support.

Things were vastly different from what Robert had portrayed. He barely mentioned the contributions his late ex-wife had made for him. Meanwhile, Michelle, once the other woman, had smoothly slid into the role of Robert’s new wife.

They spoke with such polished grace nowadays.

A sneer formed inside Fernanda. Soon, the truth of Robert’s hidden past would come to light.

Later that evening, Cristian dropped Fernanda off at the edge of the school campus.

He parked the car at the entrance and turned to her. “Got classes tomorrow?”

“Yes. Why are you asking that?”

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