Chapter 568

Chapter 568:

“It was in Zhota, in that little motel,” Fernanda murmured with a faint smile.

Cristian paused, lost in thought for a moment, then a quiet laugh escaped his lips. His hand reached out, ruffling her hair with a gentle touch, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “What made you think of that night all of a sudden?”

“Because that’s when I had my first kiss,” Fernanda replied, her tone candid.

Cristian blinked in surprise at her blunt answer before he erupted into laughter. With a sudden movement, he collapsed against Fernanda, burying his face in the curve of her neck, his body shaking with joy.

Although Fernanda couldn’t quite grasp what was so funny, the warmth of his breath against her skin sent a ripple of electricity down her spine. Shifting uncomfortably, she nudged Cristian gently. “Hey, what’s so hilarious?”

Cristian pulled back slightly, his eyes still twinkling with laughter, his usual coolness slipping away to reveal a lighter, more carefree side. “I’m laughing because I’m happy,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the contours of her face—her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, and finally, her lips, before lightly pinching her earlobe.

A sense of accomplishment radiated from him as he said, “I finally have a girlfriend.”

His words were spoken with such gravity as if he’d just crossed a monumental threshold.

“It’s no big deal,” Fernanda said, rolling her eyes and pushing him away gently as she sat up.

“We’ve already taken the first step,” Cristian said, leaning back with his hands behind him, chin slightly tilted, his gaze fixed on her with unwavering confidence. “The next one can’t be that far off. I will make you my wife.”

Fernanda replied teasingly, “I’ll be watching to see how you pull it off.” Just as she was about to rise, Cristian grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down into his embrace.

“Any tips for me? How can I win your heart?” he asked, his playful smile curving as he leaned closer.

“Well, just give it your best shot,” Fernanda said with a smirk, her voice light but challenging.

Cristian raised an eyebrow, a playful tongue click escaping his lips. His gaze softened with affection, though a hint of frustration lingered in his voice as he pleaded, “Please give me a little advice.”

Not wanting to be swayed by his pitiful demeanor, Fernanda quickly muttered a firm “No,” already preparing to walk away.

But Cristian’s hand was back around her wrist before she could move. This time, he didn’t pull her back. Instead, he stood up, his touch gentle as he straightened her clothes, brushing away the dust with deliberate care.

“There’s something we need to address,” he said, his eyes filled with intent.

Fernanda immediately understood the weight of his words.

“I’ll speak to the Harper family,” she said, her tone firm. “I’ll tell them the engagement is off.”

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