Chapter 457
Chapter 457:
Fernanda chuckled softly as she read the message. Then, she replied, “Got it. I’ll be more careful. Thank you for looking out for me.”
“Rest well. We’re partying all night!”
Fernanda glanced at the time. It was just after four in the morning.
Clearly, Sloane and the others were still having a great time.
Switching chats, Fernanda noticed a string of messages from Cristian. The first, sent twenty minutes ago, read, “Did you make it back to your dorm safely?”
The second, sent fifteen minutes ago, asked, “Is everything okay? You haven’t replied. Are you upset about something?”
The third message, sent five minutes ago, read, “Did Jordyn sell you off? Let me know so I can call the police.”
The most recent message, just seconds ago, said, “I’m guessing you’re freshening up. Hit me up when you’re okay.”
Fernanda was amazed at how well Cristian seemed to know what she was up to.
While drying her hair, she typed, “I’m back. I went straight to shower, so I’ve only just read your messages.”
“Get some rest. Thanks for checking up on me today, by the way. It really made me happy.”
Cristian had always been open about his emotions with Fernanda. He never held back and always let her know how much her presence brightened his day.
Fernanda didn’t reply anymore. She set her phone aside, picked up the hairdryer, and began carefully drying her hair.
Out of nowhere, her mind replayed Jordyn’s words at Cristian’s house. What she had said lingered in Fernanda’s thoughts: Cristian didn’t like going to the hospital, even when he was sick.
Fernanda couldn’t quite understand it. Cristian was a rational person.
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Avoiding medical treatment seemed so out of character for him. Was there some reason behind it?
The more Fernanda thought about it, the less sense it made. Unable to find an answer, she decided to let it go.
After drying her hair, she climbed into bed and, before she knew it, quickly drifted off to sleep.
Once again, she dreamed of the past.
It was a midsummer night, and the moon was bright in the sky with only a few stars. She was by the river, surrounded by the scent of flowers and fresh grass. Coincidentally, she saved a young boy who had attempted suicide by jumping into the water.
She could see him vividly—his wet hair clinging to his pale face, and those deep, hauntingly beautiful eyes filled with emptiness and desolation.
The dream shifted. She was in the garden villa, standing outside on her 14th birthday. Holding a cake, she waited by the door, but it never opened.
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