Chapter 212
Chapter 212:
Somehow, his frustration hit her heart, unexpectedly softening it.
“It was just a friendly conversation,” she clarified.
“I don’t think so,” Cristian said earnestly. “He seemed quite eager to find things to talk about with you. It looked like he was trying to get closer.”
“How can that be? Don’t read too much into it,” Fernanda responded. “I barely know him.”
“That’s exactly why he would try to get closer. Many people were admiring you during your performance. Some even mentioned they wanted to write you a love letter tonight. Fernanda, you were incredible on stage, like a natural-born star. Everyone was captivated by you.”
Fernanda had received many compliments before, but hearing Cristian’s words whispered so close felt especially enchanting.
She could feel her cheeks warming.
“Did you come here just to compliment me?” Fernanda asked.
“No,” Cristian said, shaking his head, his expression serious. “I missed you a lot these past two weeks.”
Fernanda’s heart rate increased.
“You asked for some space, and I respected that,” Cristian continued. “But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Seeing you today has been a relief.”
He paused, then added solemnly, “Fernanda, you are truly remarkable.” His tone was heartfelt, his look one of deep admiration. Fernanda felt the sincerity in his praise, far from mere flattery.
He continued, “The more I talk to you, the more I realize my initial impression was correct. It seems there’s nothing you can’t do. You’re genuinely impressive.”
Fernanda chuckled at his words, responding, “Don’t put me on such a pedestal. I’m not that special.”
Cristian started to speak but abruptly stopped.
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Fernanda gave him a confused look.
Cristian glanced around, then quickly released Fernanda and strode toward a tree.
Fernanda watched as someone darted from behind the tree, but Cristian caught her before she could escape.
The girl he caught started to scream loudly.
Fernanda approached and, under the moonlight, recognized the frightened face. It was someone she knew.
“Minnie?” Fernanda exclaimed.
Though they had only met once, she remembered her clearly as a close friend of Erika and Ava.
Minnie, caught firmly by Cristian holding her collar, struggled in vain to free herself.
“Quiet down,” Fernanda’s harsh words silenced Minnie’s screams.
“What are you doing here?” Fernanda asked, her tone cold.
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