Chapter 393
Chapter 393:
“If you can’t afford it, then forget it,” Fernanda replied evenly. “But I would advise thinking things through next time before you speak. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself caught in situations beyond your reach, wasting everyone’s excitement.”
“You make an excellent point. I’ll keep that in mind,” Jordyn said with an easy smile, betraying no embarrassment. She raised her glass. “I want to share a drink with you to apologize for my recklessness.”
Bobby’s hearty laugh filled the air as he joined them for a drink. But for Jordyn, the drink that had tasted crisp and refreshing moments ago now carried a bitter edge as it slid down her throat.
Cristian stood abruptly, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeves. “I’ve rested enough. Time to go.”
Bobby caught on quickly. “Fernanda, I’ll take you home.”
Given the late hour and the scarcity of taxis, Fernanda didn’t protest. “Alright.”
The group moved toward the parking lot, their footsteps echoing in the night.
Jordyn walked beside Cristian, her smile warm. “Cristian, how about we grab steaks tomorrow? I’ve been craving the ones from the Coast Restaurant. Remember the time we went there before? I couldn’t stop thinking about the taste while I was abroad.”
Fernanda’s face remained impassive, but her fingers curled slightly.
The Coast Restaurant was the very place Cristian had taken her before. She had raved about their steaks endlessly. It turned out that he had taken Jordyn there too.
In the next moment, Fernanda pushed aside the frustration she felt inside, realizing it was only natural to share something good with someone close.
When they reached Cristian’s car, Jordyn instinctively reached for the passenger door handle, her movement fluid, as though she had done it countless times.
But Cristian’s voice cut through the night. “Bobby, you’re heading through Coastton Villa, aren’t you?”
“Huh? Not really—”
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“It’s on your way,” Cristian interrupted smoothly. “Miss Becker lives there. You can drop her off. I’m heading towards Esaham University, so I’ll take Fernanda back to her dorm.”
Cristian unlocked the passenger door and said to Fernanda, “Please get in.” He left no space for any conversation.
The glow of the streetlight reflected in his dark eyes, yet they seemed to be engulfed by a deep vortex, leaving no light behind and giving him a menacing aura.
Jordyn cried out to him, “Cristian…”
“What?”
Jordyn wanted to protest, to ask him to take her instead, but given his arrangements, she felt it would come off as ungrateful or even dismissive of Bobby’s help. She couldn’t muster the will to say anything more.
“Nothing important,” she said with a gentle smile. “Just wanted to remind you to drive safely. I’ll head back now. Make sure to get some rest. We’ll catch up tomorrow.”
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