Chapter 180
Chapter 180:
“Exactly my thoughts,” Fernanda agreed, her eyes sparkling with a blend of resolve and benevolence. “The right balance between sternness and compassion is key.”
“Exactly,” Cristian replied, giving her a look of admiration. “You’ve got a keen eye for things.”
His interactions with her revealed more of her allure, her blend of strength and charm increasingly evident.
Despite her inexperience in corporate leadership, Fernanda stepped into her role with a confidence that belied her years, which was an impressive display.
After a brief drive, they reached the restaurant Cristian had suggested. The interior, bathed in soft light, featured small candles flickering on each table, casting a romantic glow throughout the space.
Quickly, Fernanda realized this was predominantly a venue for couples, as the room buzzed quietly with young duos enjoying intimate dinners. A waiter escorted them to their table where the candlelight danced softly within its holder, enveloping them in a warm, inviting atmosphere.
Cristian passed the menu to Fernanda and highlighted the chef’s specialties with enthusiasm.
Fernanda chose a steak cooked medium-rare and a creamy black truffle mushroom soup, while Cristian opted for another steak complemented by a crisp garden salad and an avant-garde pairing of caviar with shrimp and green apple jelly.
“This place really has a wonderful ambiance,” Fernanda remarked, her voice a soft murmur against the hushed backdrop of the restaurant.
“I’m relieved to hear that,” Cristian responded. “I was a bit apprehensive you might find the setting too intimate. I was even rehearsing an explanation about choosing this place for its cuisine, rather than its romantic implications.”
“No worries—I didn’t give it too much thought,” Fernanda assured him, dismissing the concern with a casual flick of her wrist.
The candlelight played across Cristian’s features, casting his eyes in a mysterious light, deep and storied, while a shadow half-masked his face, presenting a visage that was part angelic, part demonic, like a chiaroscuro painting come to life.
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Fernanda shook her head vigorously, attempting to banish the ludicrous idea that had crept into her thoughts.
For her, the notion of Cristian being anything like a “demon” was utterly inconceivable; they seemed to exist in entirely different universes. He had always exuded positivity, never once revealing a flaw. To her, he appeared impeccable.
Caught in her reverie, Fernanda found herself staring intently at him. Amidst the cozy ambiance, her gaze seemed imbued with deeper significance. Noticing her intense look, Cristian couldn’t resist inquiring, “What’s on your mind?”
“Thinking about you,” Fernanda replied candidly, her eyes still locked on his. “I’m trying to figure out if you have any flaws at all.”
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