Chapter 588
Chapter 588:
Bobby was there to greet them at the airport.
He was sprawled in his seat, casually observing Cristian and Fernanda as they approached. “Hey, Cristian, Fernanda, you two sure traveled far, huh?”
Cristian didn’t respond with words but instead gave Bobby’s seat a swift kick, prompting him to sit up and adjust his posture.
Just then, Fernanda’s phone rang—it was Robert.
As she picked up, Robert’s voice came through. “Fernanda, we’re headed to the Harper family’s place. Where are you and Bobby?”
“On the road too,” she answered.
“Alright, just checking.” Robert’s laughter filtered through the phone. “Did you have a good time?”
“Yes,” Fernanda replied, then ended the call.
Since she’d mentioned going out with Bobby the day before, Robert hadn’t bothered to check in on her, even though she hadn’t returned home that night. Robert was always keen for Fernanda and Bobby to spend more time together, hoping they would further develop their relationship. Fernanda even suspected that he harbored hopes of her moving in with Bobby, believing it would strengthen ties with the Harper family and possibly secure further advantages for him down the line.
Breaking the silence, Cristian turned to Bobby. “How are your parents?”
“They’re great,” Bobby answered with a grin. “Who wouldn’t be cheerful around Christmas? What’s up, Cristian? Why do you ask?”
“Christmas is definitely a good time,” Cristian murmured, his voice low. “An ideal moment for Fernanda to end her engagement with you.”
Bobby turned around, his eyes wide as he stared at Cristian and Fernanda in surprise. For some reason, Fernanda sensed that Bobby’s intense gaze held an unspoken question.
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His eyes darted between Cristian and Fernanda, piecing together the clues until, with a jolt of realization, he blurted out, “Why decide to break it off today? Did something happen between you two last night?” It seemed obvious that last night’s events had precipitated today’s drastic decision. Otherwise, any further delay might lead to messy complications.
Cristian responded by delivering another sharp kick to the back of Bobby’s seat, making him yelp in discomfort.
“What are you thinking?” Cristian’s eyebrow arched menacingly, his jaw clenched as his knuckles popped.
“Nothing,” Bobby stammered, throwing his hands up in surrender. “My bad, won’t pry any further.”
He realized his mistake; it was better to keep his thoughts to himself. He definitely didn’t want to find out what it felt like to be on the receiving end of Cristian’s anger.
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