Chapter 722
Chapter 722:
Each time her eyes found him, she caught Cristian also looking at her.
Cristian asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips, “Is there something you’d like me to do? Should I fetch some books for you?”
“Actually, yes.” Without hesitation, Fernanda scribbled the names of a few books on a piece of paper. “The city library is just next door, right? Could you borrow these for me?”
“Of course.” Cristian stood up, his movements smooth and effortless. “Anything else while I’m at it?”
“A coffee would be nice,” Fernanda added thoughtfully after a pause. “Make it a hot mocha, please.”
Normally, she favored an Americano, but today her mood was lighter, and something sweet felt right.
“Consider it done.” Cristian nodded and stepped out, leaving her in the quiet of the room.
Once he was gone, Fernanda exhaled, a wave of relief washing over her. Her chair creaked as she leaned back, one hand resting over her racing heart, trying to steady the unexpected flutter.
“What’s going on with me?” she muttered under her breath, fanning herself with the book. “Is it because it’s been so long since our last date?”
Cristian returned in no time, carrying not only the books she requested but also two of his own. He set the mocha by Fernanda’s side, then moved to the back sofa with his books and a plastic bag.
Curious, Fernanda turned her head, noticing the plastic bag filled with walnuts.
The silence of the room was broken by the rhythmic sound of walnuts cracking, a satisfying crack that seemed oddly soothing to Fernanda’s ears.
Although Cristian sat behind her, his presence was less imposing now. With a lighter atmosphere, Fernanda found herself able to focus deeply, her attention absorbed by the pages in front of her.
A gentle breeze drifted in through the open window, carrying the delicate scent of flowers from the sill. In the stillness of the room, both were immersed in their tasks—one occasionally sipping coffee, the other cracking nuts—creating a peaceful moment where time itself seemed to slow.
𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚: gⲁⳑ𝗇𝓞𝖛𝗲𝗅𝓈⸱𝗰𝗼𝗺
After finishing her book, Fernanda stretched and glanced at the clock. Only then did she realize that noon had quietly slipped past.
She looked back at Cristian, finding him curled up on the sofa, sound asleep. With his steady breathing and the half-finished book beside him, he looked serene. The walnuts had been neatly shelled, with the kernels carefully gathered.
The sofa seemed too small for Cristian’s tall frame, making him appear cramped in the tight space.
A sudden thought struck Fernanda: earlier that morning, he had casually mentioned waiting for her for two hours…
As an executive in a major investment firm, his schedule must be packed with responsibilities. However, despite his demanding role, he still found time to be here with her. The realization tugged at Fernanda’s heart, a wave of empathy washing over her.
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