Chapter 449

Chapter 449:

Her spirit was the liveliest he had ever encountered in his life. The waves splashed against his face, shaking him from his stupor. He woke up, drenched in cold sweat, his forehead sticky, his body trembling.

Yet, that heavy weight in his chest seemed to lift, and his mind, clouded just moments ago, was slowly starting to clear. As he stared at the ceiling, the once fuzzy gray patterns began to sharpen.

And then, like an echo from his dream, he saw the familiar side profile and those bright eyes.

A cool hand rested gently on his forehead, and without thinking, his fingers curled slightly at his sides.

“You’re awake,” Fernanda murmured, craning her neck to look at him. “Seems like your fever’s finally gone down. How do you feel? I made spaghetti for you. You should get up and eat some.”

As soon as Fernanda pulled her hand away, Cristian’s fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. She tried to push herself up, but his sudden grip left her stuck in a squatting position.

“Is something wrong?” Fernanda asked, her voice filled with concern as she stared at him.

Cristian’s eyes, still clouded from just waking up, lacked the sharp focus and intensity they usually had. He gulped nervously as if there was something he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to.

Fernanda could sense his inner turmoil, but she couldn’t understand what was happening. All she could do was look at him, her confusion deepening.

Cristian’s gaze never left Fernanda. The scene before him blurred, flickering between her present face and the images from his dreams. The shifting shadows and light made his head ache, pounding relentlessly.

Fernanda tugged at her wrist, clearly trying to break free and leave.

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To Cristian, she was his only refuge, the warmth he couldn’t bear to lose. The thought of her wanting to pull away sent a rush of panic through him. Without thinking, he gripped her tighter. The movement threw Fernanda off balance, and she tumbled straight into his embrace. Her chin collided with his solid chest, the impact jolting her with a sharp, painful sting.

With a firm motion, his other hand settled on her lower back, pulling her closer.

His breath, heavy with the heat of fever, filled the air, each inhale deep and labored. The warmth of his body seeped through their clothes, undeniable and intense.

To her surprise, Fernanda felt a rush of heat flood her own body, her cheeks quickly flushing red. The pressure of Cristian’s hand on her lower back felt like fire, burning against her skin.

“Please, don’t go,” Cristian’s voice cracked, rough with a raw, vulnerable plea. “Please stay.”

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