Chapter 445
Chapter 445:
Her schoolmates, clearly impressed by her attempt, eagerly surrounded her, requesting that she mix drinks for them.
Sloane couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment.
On the other hand, Fernanda had enjoyed quite a bit during dinner—red wine, white wine, and beer—leaving her feeling a little lightheaded. She decided to step outside the private room for some fresh air.
As luck would have it, a man from the room next door emerged just then. Dressed in a shirt and suit pants, his slender frame instantly reminded Fernanda of Cristian.
It had been several days since Cristian had reached out to her. That wasn’t like him at all. He would have surely called or sent a message to congratulate her on winning first place. Fernanda decided to call Cristian.
The phone went straight to voicemail.
With a frown, Fernanda quickly dialed Bobby’s number, hoping he might know where Cristian was.
“Hey, Fernanda, I haven’t seen my cousin. I’m not even in Esaham right now,” Bobby said, his voice loud and filled with background noise. “What’s going on? Can’t get in touch with him? You could always check his place. You’ve been there before, right?”
After hanging up, Fernanda paused, considering Bobby’s suggestion. It made sense. She could go to Cristian’s place and check if he was there.
It wasn’t for any specific reason; she just had a nagging feeling that something might have happened to him.
An unexplainable worry settled over Fernanda, growing with every passing moment. She couldn’t push it aside, no matter how hard she tried.
Without hesitation, she left the karaoke bar, stepped into a taxi, and told the driver the name of Cristian’s neighborhood.
The streets were eerily calm that evening, devoid of the usual traffic, allowing the car to glide smoothly up to the entrance of Cristian’s apartment complex.
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Fernanda prided herself on her sharp memory. Though she had only visited Cristian’s apartment once, she could recall with uncanny precision the exact building and floor where he lived.
Following the vivid map in her mind, she soon stood before his door, pressing the doorbell. But after what felt like an eternity, there was no response.
Could he not be home? The thought flitted through her mind.
She leaned against the wall, lightly tapping her head in frustration. Of course, she couldn’t have known where Cristian was—she hadn’t been able to reach him by phone.
He was always so busy, juggling a million things at once.
Rubbing her temples, Fernanda berated herself for her rashness.
She had never behaved like this before.
With a quiet, self-mocking chuckle, she straightened her back, preparing to leave, but the unexpected sound of a door clicking open froze her in place.
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