Chapter 65

Chapter 65:

Bobby’s mind drifted back to the last gathering, where he had seen his angel at his family’s estate. It was clear she moved in the same social circles.

But why had he never noticed her before?

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Bobby asked,

“We’ve bumped into each other a few times now, but I still don’t know your name.”

Fernanda tilted her head slightly and countered with a question,

“Why do you want to know my name? So you can address me properly?”

“No, no,” Bobby said quickly, waving his hands.

“It’s all about respect, really.”

“Well, knowing it won’t do much for you. Besides, I like keeping a bit of mystery,” she replied with a smile.

Bobby had to admit—she had a point.

But still, it felt strange not knowing the name of the woman he admired so deeply.

As his thoughts wandered, Fernanda suddenly asked,

“Hey, have you seen Wendy around lately?”

Fernanda had noticed Wendy’s name on the list of Esaham University admits, which had caught her attention.

Bobby’s expression changed the moment Wendy was mentioned. His face fell, and he shook his head.

“No, I haven’t seen her in days.”

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“Didn’t you try looking for her at the bar where she works?”

“No,” Bobby replied, sounding even more downcast.

“I don’t dare show up.”

Each visit to that bar had ended in either a cold rejection or, worse, quiet ridicule.

Love might be priceless, but for Bobby, chasing after Wendy had become painfully humiliating. He could already hear the laughter of those who mocked him behind his back.

Fernanda gave a quiet sigh and patted his shoulder gently, offering a look full of sympathy.

“I’ve been trying to drink away my problems these past few days,” Bobby admitted, his voice heavy.

“I always end up overdoing it.”

Fernanda could almost picture him alone, late at night, slumped on a street corner with a bottle in hand.

But Bobby continued,

“The thing is, the women I meet at those places can really drink. I always lose to them in drinking contests. I’ve tried different spots, but it’s always the same. I guess it comes with the territory—if you’re in that line of work, you have to know how to hold your liquor.”

Fernanda’s sympathy vanished almost instantly.

So, he wasn’t really alone after all. There was always a woman by his side.

“Why does my life feel like this?” Bobby sighed.

“My fiancée is someone I’ve never even met, and the woman I really love doesn’t care about me. Why do I have to go through all this pain for love?”

Fernanda didn’t know how to respond.

As they continued talking, they finally reached room 301 on the upper floor.

Once inside, Fernanda quietly moved to the right and settled into a corner seat.

Bobby followed and took a place beside her.

Meanwhile, Robert looked thoroughly pleased as he chatted with his friends, soaking up the praise like a sponge.

“That country bumpkin, Fernanda, is pretty impressive,” Bobby whispered to Fernanda.

“She even got into Esaham University. I heard she never even went to school before. How did she pull that off?”

“Just because you go to school doesn’t mean you’ll succeed, and not going doesn’t guarantee failure,” Fernanda replied.

“What? Did that change your opinion of her?”

“No, definitely not,” Bobby said quickly, shaking his head.

“Don’t even say that.”

He wasn’t about to admit anything. His friends had already teased him enough.

In truth, much of his resentment came from the engagement itself.

At times, Bobby realized that Fernanda hadn’t done anything wrong. She didn’t deserve the resentment he projected onto her.

But still, she was the easiest target for the bitterness he carried.

And then there was Wendy.

His broken relationship with her had partly unraveled because of the engagement.

Back when he and Wendy were together, he’d promised her a future—one built on a real marriage.

But then Martin had intervened, declaring it impossible. Bobby was already engaged, and there was nothing more to discuss.

After that, everything with Wendy fell apart, and Bobby believed the forced engagement had played a major role in their breakup.

The more he thought about it, the heavier his chest felt. He grabbed a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.

It wasn’t particularly strong, but he drank it too quickly and ended up coughing.

Fernanda could sense the shift in his mood, like he was carrying a deep, long-standing burden.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” she suggested suddenly.

“This gathering is totally dull, don’t you think?”

Bobby froze for a moment, then cracked a smile.

“You think it’s boring too?”

“Yeah,” Fernanda said, standing and curling her finger playfully to motion him along. Within minutes, they slipped out unnoticed.

Robert caught sight of them heading toward the exit and considered calling Fernanda back. But when he saw her walking beside Bobby, appearing close and relaxed, he held his tongue. The sight filled him with satisfaction.

“Hey Robert, where’s your daughter?” one of his friends asked.

“Why isn’t she coming over? Everyone wants to congratulate her.”

Robert laughed.

“She just stepped out with Bobby. You know how young people are. Who knows what they’re up to—but they deserve their time too.”

The group nodded knowingly.

Someone chuckled.

“Fernanda and Bobby seem to get along really well. I remember hearing Bobby was upset about his fiancée, but looking at them now, I doubt that’s still true.”

“Fernanda is amazing—beautiful, smart, and kind,” another guest chimed in enthusiastically.

“Who wouldn’t like her? If she and Bobby weren’t already engaged, I’d be pushing my own son to go after her. She’s that good!”

The group burst into laughter.

Unlike the usual stiff, deal-centered business gatherings, today’s celebration had a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

Robert’s joy was infectious, and the sound of clinking glasses and lighthearted chatter filled the air.

Someone turned to Martin and asked,

“So, Martin, have you already set a date for Bobby and Fernanda’s wedding?”

Martin shook his head and said,

“They’re still young. There’s no rush.”

“Then you should definitely remind Bobby to treat Fernanda with respect,” one guest added. “A lot can change in a few years, and who knows what the future holds. He shouldn’t take any chances—he has to make sure he doesn’t lose her.”

Martin nodded with a grin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he knows.”

As Robert listened to everyone praise Fernanda, a deep sense of pride washed over him.

In Esaham—a city ruled by massive corporations—the Morgan family business had never been among the biggest, and Robert had always remained on the sidelines.

But this time was different. Fernanda’s success had thrust him into the spotlight.

Her exceptional achievement had earned him recognition and respect he had never experienced before.

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