Chapter 506

Chapter 506:

The drive passed in near silence, with none of them engaging in much conversation.

Still, it was clear to Fernanda that Cristian’s mood had brightened significantly. His happiness was easily achieved; simply having her near seemed to be enough to lift his spirits.

Meanwhile, Amory’s eyes kept flicking to Fernanda through the rearview mirror. After a while, Amory couldn’t help but think that Fernanda and his boss were a perfect match, like they were meant to be together. There was something vaguely familiar about Fernanda, as though he had seen her somewhere before.

The car pulled up to the Morgan family villa, and Fernanda stepped out.

“Thanks for the ride,” Fernanda said, waving her hand. “Take care.” She slammed the door shut and stood there, watching the car fade into the darkness.

The biting winter wind sliced through the air, but she didn’t feel its sting immediately. Instead of rushing into the villa, she paused at the entrance, her gaze lingering on the path the car had taken, her mind adrift.

Thoughts swirled in her mind, yet one stood out: her shifting feelings toward Cristian. It was becoming clear—they were growing closer.

Back at the Reed family home, when Marc had tried to provoke Cristian, she instinctively found herself wanting to defend him. Even on the ride back, her thoughts were consumed with Cristian. She felt a deep sense of empathy for him, pity for his struggles, and an intense disdain for those who mistreated him.

Normally, Fernanda was a rational person, not easily swayed by the issues of others. But with Cristian, it felt different—her actions were spontaneous, as if they flowed from some deeper instinct.

The realization hit her—she had changed.

A gust of icy wind rushed past, its chill seeping down her neck, sending a shiver through her body and snapping her mind to attention. With a shake of her head, Fernanda turned and made her way toward the villa.

The night had already deepened, and everything around her was eerily still. The winter air, stripped of the vibrancy of summer, carried only the faint, whistling echo of the wind.

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In the midst of the quiet, the sharp click of a camera shutter cut through the stillness.

Fernanda’s steps faltered, her senses immediately on high alert. Back when she trained with Leon, he had always praised her keen instincts and quick reflexes, convinced that she had the potential to be a skilled martial artist.

Her mind worked swiftly, and within seconds, she located the source of the sound. Without hesitation, she pivoted and began walking toward it. The figure behind the flowerbed, realizing they had been spotted, sprang into action.

Under the pale winter moonlight, a man erupted from his hiding spot, moving as swiftly as a cat startled into flight. Fernanda gave chase for a few paces before spotting him leap into a waiting car, clearly making a break for it.

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