Chapter 767
Chapter 767:
Suppressing the rage simmering inside her, she approached him, her smile bright and warm. “You’ve been waiting quite a while, haven’t you? Are you hungry? What do you feel like eating? Let’s grab something together.”
Beckett hadn’t felt such warmth from Bonita in a long time, and it threw him off for a moment.
But soon, his smirk returned. It was clear to him now—Bonita must’ve lost faith in Neal, that useless trash, and had come to realize that he, Beckett, was the better option.
Ah, so it seemed she had finally come to her senses.
After returning to campus that evening, Fernanda didn’t head straight to her dorm. Instead, she made her way toward the library, determined to find a particular book.
She remembered vividly how, during finals, Cristian had taken her to the study room, where he became completely absorbed in that very book. At the time, she hadn’t read it, but the memory lingered, fueling her resolve to seek it out now.
The library had three copies, all of which were rarely checked out. After noting the catalog number, she climbed the stairs to the sixth floor to begin her search.
The east side of the floor housed a collection of finance books.
As she navigated the rows, her attention was caught by a figure lounging casually on a sofa just outside the section—Jordyn.
Dressed in a sleek black silk dress, Jordyn’s chestnut curls cascaded down her back like polished woodgrain, with one elegant strand brushing her cheek. Her profile, bathed in soft light, radiated a calm beauty.
Two students stood nearby, engaged in conversation with her. Jordyn’s warm smile and attentive demeanor made the exchange seem effortless. When the students finally departed, she watched them leave, her gaze then shifting toward Fernanda.
For a brief moment, surprise flickered across Jordyn’s face before she rose gracefully from the sofa and approached Fernanda.
“What a small world, Ms. Morgan,” Jordyn greeted with a smile that seemed equal parts charm and calculation. “It’s been quite some time.”
It had indeed been a while—the last time they had spoken was back in July, during a finance lecture.
𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 → gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧸𝖼𝗈𝗺
City College of Esaham and Esaham University often organized academic exchanges between their finance departments. Jordyn regularly attended, though her interactions with Fernanda had been limited.
“Congratulations to you and your team on winning the championship,” Jordyn added. “That’s no small achievement.”
“Thank you,” Fernanda replied politely, her tone even.
“How’s that young man doing?” Jordyn asked, her concern sounding genuine. “Is he all right now?”
“He’s fine. It was just a minor incident,” Fernanda responded, keeping her voice measured.
“I’m relieved to hear that,” Jordyn said lightly. “Young men at that age are so impressionable; it’s important to handle such things with care to avoid lasting scars.” Her tone shifted slightly as she added, “Speaking of which, Curran is in Esaham these days. Have you had a chance to visit him?”
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