Chapter 333
Chapter 333:
Fernanda jumped slightly at the contact, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade.
Cristian’s voice was laced with both awe and worry. “You really are fearless. How could you venture out at night without thinking of your own safety?”
“I made sure I was safe first,” Fernanda responded quickly. “It would have been foolish to try to help without ensuring that. I wouldn’t have been any help to anyone then.”
Cristian chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with fondness.
In his view, Fernanda was brave, not reckless.
“And you,” Fernanda teased. “You would have done the same, wouldn’t you?”
Indeed, Cristian or anyone with a conscience would have acted just as she did. How could she have simply stood by?
Cristian didn’t respond with words but shook his head gently, his understanding of Fernanda deepening. She was compassionate and determined. In that moment, he saw her not just as charming but as truly radiant.
Cristian’s stare was so intense and burning that it left Fernanda feeling unexpectedly shy.
Normally, she was pretty good at staying composed, but whenever Cristian looked at her like that, she couldn’t help but feel flustered, her heart racing in her chest.
She couldn’t figure out what was going on with her.
They hadn’t talked about anything personal, and there wasn’t even any closeness between them—she was sitting a couple of seats away on the sofa—so why was she feeling so self-conscious?
Just being in the same room with him made her feel oddly out of place. There was something about him—his presence was both commanding and reassuring, like it could surround her and make her feel safe.
Luckily, the IV was almost done, which gave Fernanda a chance to focus on something else. “Can you grab another IV bag for me? I’ll skip bothering the doctor.”
Cristian got up and hooked up a new IV bag without missing a beat.
“Four bags in total?” he asked, double-checking.
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“Yeah.” Fernanda nodded. “Almost there.” Then she asked, “Did you get a hold of Bobby?”
“No, why do you ask?”
“He’s sick as well,” Fernanda said. “I heard he was waiting up on the cliff’s edge after I left, and that’s how he caught the cold.”
Cristian chuckled dismissively, clearly uninterested, maybe even mocking. “He’s too soft.”
Fernanda was caught off guard. “Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh, especially about your cousin?”
“I’m just being honest,” Cristian shot back. “I’ve told him a hundred times to work out with me, but he always says it’s too exhausting and refuses. No surprise he’s soft.”
Fernanda didn’t know how to respond to that.
It wasn’t until all the IV bags were done that Fernanda realized Sloane, who had stepped out to grab her some food, still hadn’t come back.
She glanced at her phone and saw a message from Sloane, sent forty minutes ago.
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