Chapter 390
Chapter 390:
“Ah, I get it now!” Suddenly, Jordyn clapped her hands, her face lighting up with understanding. She exclaimed, “No wonder this lovely lady looked so familiar! I couldn’t figure out why, but now I remember—Bobby, isn’t this your fiancée? She has recently returned to the Morgan family, hasn’t she?”
Bobby let out an awkward laugh. “You really have an incredible memory.”
“I know, right? No wonder I felt like I’d seen her before!” Jordyn shot Cristian a teasing look. “And you—why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Her voice was as bright and vibrant as her personality—loud and full of energy, making her come off as direct and amiable.
However, Fernanda wasn’t so convinced.
Having spent her life around all sorts of people, some dishonest and fake, Fernanda had learned to stay cautious with strangers. She wasn’t easily fooled by appearances. Despite Jordyn’s cheerful tone, Fernanda’s smile remained polite, but there was a subtle edge of wariness in her gaze.
As soon as Jordyn realized Fernanda was Bobby’s fiancée, her demeanor shifted. She instantly treated her like an old friend, growing even more animated and full of energy. She launched into an endless stream of stories, many of which involved Bobby, about her and Cristian’s amusing experiences abroad.
Fernanda listened carefully, offering polite laughs here and there, clearly appreciating the humor in Jordyn’s tales.
After what seemed like an eternity of non-stop chatter, Jordyn finally paused, clearly thirsty from all the talking. From all the stories Jordyn had shared, Fernanda noticed one thing that stood out. Jordyn seemed to know Cristian like the back of her hand—his preferences, quirks, and even things his own family might not be aware of. She called his name in a way that blended respect with a hint of affection, highlighting the unusually strong bond between them.
As the conversation unfolded, Bobby kept his eyes on Fernanda, watching her every move, hoping to see any sign of jealousy. However, much to his disappointment, Fernanda’s smile remained unchanged.
Bobby couldn’t quite figure out what Fernanda was thinking, but something in the air felt off—like an invisible tension that seemed to press in on him, making him uneasy. A strange chill washed over him, and he instinctively shifted, trying to put some distance between himself and the suffocating vibe he felt coming from Fernanda.
Suddenly, Fernanda felt a light pressure against her feet under the table. It was no accident. The touch was deliberate. The person didn’t pull away right away but gently trapped her feet with theirs.
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Jordyn, sitting sideways, was out of the question—it wasn’t her. That left only one possibility…
Fernanda’s eyes shifted toward Cristian, who was lounging on the sofa. His chin was tilted slightly upward, and his intense gaze was locked onto her. The gentle light above them cast shadows across his striking features, adding an air of mystery and allure.
For a moment, Fernanda couldn’t help but think of him as a puzzle—something she couldn’t quite figure out. She lowered her eyes, and sure enough, she saw Cristian’s long legs stretched out comfortably beneath the table. His high-end shoes, carefully placed one in front of the other, pinned her feet in place as if he were deliberately creating a barrier around her.
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