Chapter 289
Chapter 289:
She turned her attention back to Fernanda, murmuring a quiet “okay,” before gently patting her back in a comforting gesture.
The party buzzed with energy, and before anyone knew it, the clock had ticked past midnight.
Many guests had indulged generously in the drinks, leaving them all slightly tipsy.
Jeff summoned a few servants to assist in guiding everyone to their pre-arranged guest rooms.
The villa, sprawling over three floors, boasted enough rooms to comfortably house all the guests, with a few to spare.
Fernanda, heavily drunk, leaned on Wendy, struggling to articulate her words. Sloane suggested to Wendy, “How about I room with Bonita, and you and Fernanda share another? That way, you can keep an eye on her.”
Contrary to expectations, Wendy said, “Fernanda mentioned she doesn’t cope well with alcohol and tends to become unruly. She prefers not to share a room. It’s best if she has her own. I’ll be next door, so if she needs anything, she can easily call me.”
Sloane agreed, “That sounds like a good plan.”
All the girls were accommodated on the third floor, while the boys settled on the second. Sloane arranged for Fernanda’s room to be at the end of the corridor.
Rafael, always ready to lend a hand, helped some of the more intoxicated boys to their rooms, aware of the room assignments made by Jeff and Sloane.
Unable to walk by herself, Fernanda was carried upstairs by Wendy.
As they passed Rafael, he offered his assistance, asking, “Need help with her?”
“Can you manage?”
“No need, I can manage,” Wendy answered. “She’s surprisingly light.”
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Rafael took a moment to observe Fernanda, noticing her delicate wrists and ankles visible beneath her clothing.
She appeared fragile, clearly not one to handle her alcohol well—delicate and vulnerable.
Yet, this seemingly fragile figure had been the reason Ava left the country, and Rafael regretted not having the chance to bid her farewell.
A surge of anger briefly crossed Rafael’s eyes.
How dare Fernanda treat his cherished Ava so poorly? He was resolute in his mission to set things right for Ava.
Ava, always so proud, had been mistreated by Fernanda to the brink of ruining her reputation—an act Rafael found unbearable.
He had arrived at the villa with a clear objective, and everything was unfolding even more smoothly than he had hoped.
It was as if even fate was on his side!
Once Wendy had settled Fernanda in her room and shut the door behind them, Fernanda’s eyes snapped open, alert and clear, betraying no signs of drunkenness.
Fernanda paused to listen at the door for a moment before leading Wendy into the bathroom and turning the faucet to full blast. The roar of water drowned out their voices.
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