Chapter 396
Chapter 396:
She tousled her hair and then responded slowly, “You don’t need to explain. It’s just a restaurant; it doesn’t matter to me who you go with.”
“To you, it might just be another restaurant, but for me, it’s a place filled with our memories,” Cristian cooed. “Which is why I need to be clear. I can’t allow any misinterpretations to ruin a place that holds significance for me.”
Fernanda was momentarily speechless.
If Cristian had been more confrontational or insistent, she could have matched his energy. But facing his gentle and pained demeanor now, she found it hard to maintain any pretense of toughness.
She softened her voice to match his.
Their quiet voices filled the car, weaving an unexpectedly intimate setting.
Unaware of the atmosphere, Fernanda listened intently.
“If Jordyn invites me to the Coast Restaurant, I will decline,” Cristian said, as though pledging a solemn vow.
Fernanda suddenly felt a burst of laughter escape her.
“Come on,” she chuckled. “You’re making such a big deal out of something so unimportant.”
When she laughed, it was as if her eyes caught the light, her face transforming as gracefully as a flower opening in the first warmth of spring. Cristian joined in her laughter, his mood lightened by her joy.
“I’m heading back,” Fernanda said, glancing his way. “You should head out too. Take care on your way.”
Cristian gave a nod of acknowledgment. “Alright.”
Fernanda then opened the door and exited, her departure marked by a confident stride. She walked with assurance, each step purposeful and strong. Her long hair flowed elegantly behind her, catching the luminescence of the streetlights and shimmering brightly. Her legs, long and sculpted, carried her effortlessly, her silhouette casting a striking image against the night.
Cristian watched until she vanished into Esaham University’s entrance before finally averting his gaze. He didn’t start the car right away but instead drew out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, lit it, and inhaled deeply. The smoke curled up around his features, lending him an air of mystery and depth. He reclined in his seat, his eyes half-closed, his body relaxed in a pose of casual elegance that radiated an undeniable charm.
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After finishing his cigarette, he lowered the window and expertly flicked the butt into a nearby trash can. Then, settling his hands on the steering wheel, he let out a hearty laugh. His laughter was genuine, a true reflection of the happiness he felt inside.
Even though Fernanda denied it furiously, he was convinced that she was jealous. This realization brought him a profound sense of satisfaction.
He understood that Fernanda was inexperienced with romantic emotions. Having never been involved in a relationship, her reactions were tinged with confusion and discomfort. People often fear what they have not experienced before.
Thus, she fiercely denied her feelings, her anger and frustration serving as a cover for her insecurities. Her jealousy indicated that he mattered to her and that he held a place in her heart, even if she was reluctant to acknowledge it.
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