Chapter 515
Chapter 515:
The place was alive with the hustle of rush hour. Commuters rushed past, and cars honked continuously, filling the air with the soundtrack of city life. Storefronts dotted the landscape, each offering something different. A few homes had even been transformed into bustling spots for nightlife.
Seated quietly on a bench, Fernanda watched the world go by under the glow of vivid LED lights.
When she heard the confident footsteps of someone approaching, she looked up to see Cristian making his way toward her. Dressed in a sleek black suit and a matching dark gray overcoat, he carried an air of understated sophistication. His hands were casually tucked in his pockets as he strode forward, his coat tails dancing lightly with each step.
He stopped right in front of her and, with a smooth gesture, produced a tin can from his pocket, handing it over to her.
Taking the tin, Fernanda noticed its warmth. Under the glow of the streetlight, she saw it was filled with milk.
“Thank you,” she said, glancing up at him, the tin cradled in her palms. She didn’t open it just yet, instead savoring the warmth between her hands.
“Did you manage to pinpoint the location?” Fernanda inquired, her voice low.
She had narrowed it down to this part of town using the IP address, but pinning the exact location had proved elusive.
“Yes, I’ve got it,” Cristian replied, his voice confident. “Come on, let’s go.”
Fernanda rose and matched his pace as they walked.
Strolling beside him, she suddenly realized just how towering Cristian was. Despite considering herself tall, she still found herself tilting her head back to meet his eyes.
“How tall are you?” Fernanda couldn’t help but ask, her tone laced with genuine surprise.
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“Six foot one,” he answered straightforwardly, his honesty clear.
“Wow!” Fernanda blurted out.
Cristian turned to her, his faint smile bringing a spark to his handsome features. Bathed in the glow of streetlights, his eyes shimmered with a mesmerizing depth, as if they held a deep, intriguing secret.
“You sound pretty impressed,” Cristian teased with a light chuckle.
“Yeah,” Fernanda answered, then paused, realizing she’d walked right into his playful snare.
Why was she so taken by his height? It really shouldn’t matter to her.
“I’m flattered,” Cristian quipped, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Instinctively, Fernanda stepped back, aiming to put some space between them, but Cristian caught her wrist gently and drew her close again.
He slipped her hand into his coat pocket, weaving their fingers together smoothly. His grip was solid, yet gentle—no way for her to slip away unnoticed.
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