Chapter 771
Chapter 771:
Stretching like a cat waking from a nap, Bobby yawned. “Fine. I’ll catch some sleep. Wake me when lunch is ready.”
As Bobby ambled away, Curran stared after him, worry etched into his features.
Was Bobby truly that slow to pick things up? If things kept going this way, Curran feared no girl would ever give Bobby a second glance.
The poor kid might just grow old alone.
Sighing heavily, Curran cast a somewhat sheepish glance at Fernanda. As an elder, lying to her wasn’t exactly his proudest moment.
Fernanda, however, remained unperturbed. She casually picked up a slice of pear and took a delicate bite.
“Not bad. It’s quite tasty,” she remarked with a faint smile.
Curran’s expression brightened in an instant. “Well then, have some more! Jordyn, you too!”
Jordyn gave him a polite smile and sampled a few elegant bites herself. The tension that had clouded her features moments ago seemed to evaporate as she smoothly resumed discussing the economic situation with Curran. However, the earlier misstep lingered in her mind, prompting her to tread more carefully. This time, her words carried an air of impartiality, carefully detached from personal judgment.
Curran listened intently, occasionally directing a question or two toward Fernanda. Her answers were concise, her points sharp as a freshly honed blade, and this clarity earned his evident approval.
By the time the sun hung high in the sky, Judie and Evie returned.
“Fernanda, Jordyn, hello!” Evie greeted them warmly as she plopped down next to Fernanda, her face lit with enthusiasm. “I saw the prettiest cup today! I bought two—would you like one?”
“Sure,” Fernanda replied, her smile warm and inviting.
Judie, on the other hand, approached Jordyn and handed her a neatly folded silk scarf.
𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉: g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Both women had mentioned their visit beforehand, so Judie and Evie had thoughtfully prepared these small tokens of affection.
When the meal ended, Jordyn rose gracefully, her tone tinged with purpose. “Ms. Morgan, shall we leave together?”
At that moment, Evie was pleading with Fernanda to play games with her. Torn between the two, Fernanda hesitated before responding, “I’ll leave a bit later.”
“Alright, then. I’ll head out first—I have a meeting with my professor at four,” Jordyn said, her voice poised yet unhurried as she made her exit.
Evie, brimming with excitement, tugged Fernanda toward her bedroom like a giddy child revealing a long-kept secret.
The room was spacious and classic in design, with an understated elegance that radiated tranquility. Light white curtains swayed gently in the breeze drifting through the floor-to-ceiling windows, carrying the warm scent of blooming flowers.
A thick carpet covered the balcony, and a large, transparent swing stood proudly at the center.
But it was the large photograph on the wall that captured Fernanda’s attention. The image depicted a group of vibrant teenage girls, their youthful faces glowing with radiant smiles.
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