Chapter 569

Chapter 569:

The whole engagement had always felt absurd. She never cared for Bobby, and he didn’t care for her. How could anyone expect a marriage to work under such ridiculous circumstances?

Upon returning to Esaham, Fernanda had used the engagement as a shield, a barrier against Robert’s interference. But now, with everything aligning, it was time to confront it and put an end to the farce. On the other hand, Judie had never been fond of her. She would likely be thrilled to hear the engagement was called off.

Then there was Martin…

A pang of guilt stirred in Fernanda as she thought of him. He had always wished her well and genuinely cared for her.

“I meant every word I said earlier,” Cristian’s voice cut through her thoughts as he spoke, his gaze steady and sincere. “Whenever you need me, just say the word, and I’ll take care of it.”

“No need,” Fernanda replied firmly, shaking her head gently. “I can manage this on my own.”

Resolving this issue was her priority, and once it was settled, she could focus on being with Cristian without any distractions.

“Alright,” Cristian said, offering a supportive smile. “But remember this: I’ll always be your rock. Whatever you choose, you can chase your dreams without hesitation. I’ve got your back, always.”

Once more, Fernanda felt the comforting embrace of being cared for.

“I’m heading home now,” Fernanda said, her gaze lowered. “You should get back too.”

“Got it.”

With a brief wave, Fernanda began to walk away.

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After a few steps, she stopped, glanced back, and raised the cookies in her hand with a grin. “Cristian, here’s a little hint—this is amazing.” With that, she turned…

And hurried off, vanishing from his view. Cristian stood there, his gaze following her as she disappeared into the distance, a smile spreading across his face.

Earlier, he had wondered how he could win her heart, and now she had shown him the way.

When Fernanda returned to the Morgan family’s villa, the living room was eerily quiet and empty. Her eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. Without wasting time, she hurried upstairs.

At the staircase, she nearly bumped into Ector, who was descending. He wore deep blue loungewear, and a few strands of hair fell over his forehead, giving him a relaxed and gentle appearance.

Fernanda abruptly stopped in her tracks. “Uh… Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Ector replied with a warm smile. “Did you just come back from somewhere?”

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