Chapter 490
Chapter 490:
Curran felt a fire ignite in his chest, frustration making his breaths heavy and labored.
He shut his eyes for a moment, then his words came out sharp with irritation. “What’s he thinking, showing up uninvited? Doesn’t he know he’s not welcome here?”
Curran’s reaction made Fernanda uneasy; it was as if Cristian was some unforgivable rogue, an adversary in Curran’s eyes.
Yet, weren’t they family—grandfather and grandson? Surely, it was only natural for a grandson to visit on such a special occasion.
Fernanda couldn’t keep silent any longer. “Sir, your grandson is here to celebrate your birthday. It’s a beautiful day—please, let’s not spoil it with anger.”
“You know…” Curran started, turning to face her. Catching sight of Fernanda’s gentle smile, his tone softened. “You may have a point.”
Encouraged, Fernanda stepped closer, gently taking Curran’s arm. “Today’s about you. Everyone downstairs is eager to celebrate with you. We’ve been up here a while, haven’t we? Why don’t we join them?”
Curran glanced at the clock, realizing they had lost over an hour to their quiet admiration of art and conversation.
“Alright,” he conceded with a smile. “Let’s head down. Are you hungry? I can have the kitchen whip up something special for you.”
His voice carried a note of appreciation and warmth towards Fernanda.
“I’m easy to please,” she responded, smiling back. “I’m happy with whatever’s being served.”
Curran admired Fernanda’s easygoing nature; everything about her seemed just right.
Bobby was truly lucky to have found such a wonderful fiancée.
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In that moment, Curran found himself wishing he could orchestrate their wedding right then and there, to officially welcome her into the family.
Fernanda and Curran cascaded down the stairs, immediately greeted by the lively buzz of the first-floor hall, brimming with guests.
The living room was a sight to behold, sprawling across four thousand square feet. It was set up like a lavish feast, with round tables and chairs elegantly arranged for the evening’s festivities.
Fernanda quickly spotted Robert weaving through the crowd, mixer in hand, engaging effortlessly from one group to the next. To her surprise, Crowell and Amber were also in attendance.
Crowell had been keeping a low profile since the night his assault on Fernanda led to an arm injury and his expulsion from the Morgan household. It had been a while since Fernanda last saw him.
Despite the passage of time, Crowell hadn’t lost his edge. Now dressed in formal wear, his rough charm was toned down, giving him a touch of class.
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