Chapter 453
Chapter 453:
Without waiting for a response, she picked up the bowls and made her way to the kitchen.
She returned shortly, grabbing the shopping bags from the floor.
“I’ll make something for you,” she said, her voice taking on a maternal tone. “I didn’t buy onions or garlic since I know you don’t like them. But I’ve got spinach, mushrooms, and your favorite shrimp. You’re sick right now, so you need to build your strength back up.”
Fernanda couldn’t help but note how well Jordyn seemed to know him. She had clearly been a part of his life for a long time.
Cristian stopped Jordyn as she was ready to return to the kitchen. “You don’t have to fuss. I just ate. I’m fine.”
“Oh, then I’ll just put the ingredients in the fridge and cook for you tomorrow,” Jordyn replied without missing a beat.
Cristian took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, a visible tension in his shoulders.
Jordyn carefully arranged the items in the fridge, her back to them.
The smile faded from her face, her posture stiffening. She hadn’t expected to find Fernanda here, especially not at this hour. A man and a woman alone in a room at night… who knew what they might be up to? It was a thought that made her stomach twist. How inappropriate, she thought, silently judging. Fernanda was Bobby’s fiancée—yet here she was, alone with Cristian, at this hour. It didn’t sit right with her.
Jordyn snorted softly, the sound almost imperceptible. Even with Bobby, her fiancé, in the picture, it seemed Fernanda still had a need to remain connected to Cristian. Jordyn had seen this type of woman before. Cristian was undeniably attractive, his striking features easily catching attention.
Jordyn lowered her eyelashes as she placed the last bottle of juice into the fridge, slamming the door shut with a bit more force than necessary. Stepping out of the kitchen, she made her way into the living room and sat down with a practiced ease, crossing her legs elegantly.
“Feeling better?” she asked Cristian, extending her hand to touch his forehead.
Cristian shifted slightly, avoiding her touch with an almost imperceptible movement. He lifted his gaze, the light casting shadows beneath his lashes, giving his face an almost sorrowful look. “How did you get in?” Cristian asked.
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“I tried the password, and it worked,” Jordyn said with a smile. “This habit of yours is no good. Using the same password everywhere—when we were abroad, our home had the same password for years without changing.”
She casually mentioned “our home” as if she and Cristian had spent a lifetime together.
Fernanda remained silent, absorbing the conversation without comment.
Cristian’s brow furrowed, his mind drifting as he processed her words. She was right. He had always used the same four-digit password—0620—out of sheer habit.
Since… It was the day he was reborn. Back then, he was submerged in the icy waters, feeling the cold bite through his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. The air in his lungs seemed to thin out, and the crushing weight of suffocation enveloped him, pulling him deeper into the abyss.
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