Chapter 608
Chapter 608:
Rosita was silent after hearing it, while Hamilton was practically seething with anger.
“Damn,” Hamilton muttered, his voice laced with frustration—this was the first time Fernanda had ever heard him curse. “Are these people monsters?”
“Absolutely,” Rosita agreed, her tone filled with disbelief. “Who in their right mind would do something like this?”
Fernanda grinned, unfazed. “Just report it exactly how I told you. If the story creates a sensation, I’ll extend your holiday.”
“I’m on it,” Rosita replied with enthusiasm. “I’ll start drafting the piece now.”
“And I’ll stay up—I’ll review it as soon as it’s done and hit publish right away,” Hamilton added, his determination clear. Fernanda couldn’t help but think they deserved a raise.
The call ended, and the three of them buzzed with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the public’s reaction to the explosive news.
Leaning back in her chair and stretching, Fernanda was caught off guard by a sudden knock against the balcony glass.
“Must be Ector,” she thought, assuming he was there to check in on her.
She moved toward the window, pulling the curtains aside, then froze. There stood a man with a strikingly handsome face and a commanding presence. The soft glow of the room’s lighting highlighted his features, casting a warm light that seemed to enhance his allure. A small mole beneath his eye gave his face an intriguing charm, lending a softness to his gaze that hinted at a hidden tenderness.
As his hand dropped, the fabric of his shirt shifted slightly, revealing the shape of his lean, yet powerful build. The way his muscles subtly shifted beneath the fabric was enticing.
Fernanda wasted no time, swinging the door open and tugging Cristian inside. She looked up at him, her voice filled with surprise. “What are you doing here? Actually, how did you even get here?”
“Decided to climb in,” Cristian said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he gestured nonchalantly toward the balcony.
Fernanda hesitated before speaking, her tone laced with disapproval.
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“Don’t you find your method somewhat improper?”
“How so?” Cristian quipped, a playful smirk spreading across his face. “You advised against the front door, prompting me to choose a more… creative path.”
Bending slightly, he lowered his voice to a soothing whisper, studying her features with a probing intensity. The shadows in his deep-set eyes softened as reassurance replaced concern.
“It looks like Robert didn’t lay a finger on you again.”
The intimacy of his proximity sent a shiver through her, his warm breath tickling her ear.
Retreating a step, Fernanda broke the visual connection, her glance flitting away in a delicate act of evasion.
“As I told you, he won’t have the chance to hit me again. Your visit here was unnecessary.”
“My worries got the better of me,” Cristian said, his tone easing. “But now, I can finally relax.”
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