Chapter 587

Chapter 587:

“Not long after Hiram and I settled here,” Fernanda continued, keeping her gaze fixed on the road ahead, “Jensen did admit he fancied me. I told him I was too young to even think about dating, so I turned him down. That was over two years ago.”

“But I can tell he’s still into you,” Cristian said with quiet conviction. “It’s clear from the way he watches you.”

Fernanda knew exactly what Jensen’s glances meant. She’d seen him today but feigned ignorance. In truth, she’d never felt anything for him—he was reserved, and she remembered how he’d fumbled the words “I like you,” his face turning bright red. She’d rejected him politely yet decisively, and he’d mumbled an apology before slipping away. Since then, their conversations had grown sparse.

As these memories flitted through her mind, Fernanda realized Cristian had taken her hand in his.

“Are you thinking about him while you’re with me?” he asked softly.

Taken aback, Fernanda met his gaze, bemusement and indignation warring on her face. “Come on—you started this, and now you’re pinning it on me?”

“Forget about it,” Cristian advised. “As long as I know you’re not interested, that’s all that matters.”

After a pause, a hint of jealousy tinged his voice. “You really are popular with guys.”

He thought back to last night at the hotel, where a crowd of men had vied for her attention—especially Clement, who hovered around her incessantly—and then Jensen today. Cristian found himself wondering how many more suitors she might have.

After leaving Doris’s house, he drove straight to the airport. While he caught up with his former mentor inside, Fernanda took the opportunity to explore the grounds, careful to avoid eavesdropping. It was her first time at a military airport, and she was struck by its solemn, commanding atmosphere. Squads of soldiers marched by in flawless formation, their boots thumping in perfect sync, sending vibrations through the tarmac. Their robust chants filled the air. Watching them, Fernanda felt a deep sense of respect.

She imagined Cristian in his military school days, pushing through rigorous training alongside spirited young comrades, all bound by the steely determination of soldiers. A new question nudged its way into her thoughts: Why had Cristian switched tracks to business? What drove him to enroll in military school in the first place? Was it his own choice, or had someone else laid out that path? And why pivot to business rather than continue a military career? Was it a decision born from personal desire, or was there another force at play? The more she thought about it, the more Cristian seemed an enigma wrapped in mystery.

Around four o’clock, Cristian, his mentor, and a few colleagues emerged from the terminal. He excused himself from staying for dinner, mentioning he had urgent matters in Esaham and promising to visit again. His mentor bid him farewell without fuss, simply wishing him a safe journey.

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Soon after, Cristian and Fernanda were airborne in a private plane, touching down in Esaham promptly at seven.

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