Chapter 450
Chapter 450:
He looked like a fragile soul, clinging to the last bit of warmth he could find, and the sight tugged at something deep inside Fernanda, making her heart ache. Her attempts to pull away slowly weakened, her resistance easing.
“I’m not leaving you alone,” Fernanda whispered, her voice low and rough. “I thought you might be hungry, so I wanted to grab you something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry,” Cristian murmured, shaking his head gently, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at her. “I was just dreaming about the past.”
Fernanda stayed silent, her gaze fixed on him.
“You must have heard about my childhood from Bobby,” Cristian’s voice dropped to a quieter tone as he spoke. “They all enjoyed tormenting me… When you’re that young, you’re too naive to understand, and the other kids are no different. They had their fun picking on me. But I wasn’t someone who stayed quiet. When they hurt me, I fought back even harder.”
His voice, rough and strained, held the weight of years gone by as he spoke of things most kept locked away.
“One day… I was forced out of my home and sent to Zhota.”
When Fernanda heard the name of the place she had once called home, she looked up at him, her eyes widening in surprise.
The mention of Zhota triggered a memory—Cristian had brought it up before. Back then, Fernanda had wondered how someone like him, from a wealthy background, ended up in Zhota, a quiet and remote area.
“I spent a lot of time in Zhota, actually,” Cristian murmured, his voice softer now. “It’s where I spent my teenage years.”
A sudden smile spread across Cristian’s face as if the clouds had parted and a beam of sunlight had broken through. At that moment, his frail appearance seemed to regain a bit of life, as though the smile had breathed new energy into him.
Fernanda found herself quietly admiring how striking he looked, unable to tear her eyes away.
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“Fernanda, do you ever feel like we’re meant to be connected?” Cristian said, his gaze unwavering, almost as though it could bind her in place. His words felt heavy with meaning. “The country is vast, yet somehow, we both ended up in Zhota. It makes me wonder…”
He paused for a moment, pressing his lips together as his eyes darkened with thought. His voice became gentler, more tentative. “Could it be that we’ve crossed paths before?”
“That can’t be true,” Fernanda replied firmly, without a second thought.
Cristian’s eyebrows twitched in surprise. “Oh? You’re so sure of that?”
“Absolutely,” Fernanda answered, her tone steady and confident. “If I had met you before, there’s no way I would have forgotten.”
Cristian’s appearance was so captivating that even in his youth, he would have stood out. A face like his would have made a lasting impression on Fernanda had she ever seen him before.
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