Chapter 822
Chapter 822:
Entering his hospital room, Fernanda saw the surprise on Cristian’s face.
“Fernanda…” His voice was weak and raspy. “Why are you here?”
“I was worried when I couldn’t get hold of you, so I came looking for you.” She gazed into his eyes, concern evident. “Are you in pain?”
Cristian managed a weak smile. “No, I’m not in pain.”
His complexion was ghostly pale, yet it somehow enhanced his rugged good looks, softening his usually stern demeanor and adding a touch of gentleness.
Fernanda approached the bed and tenderly held his hand.
“Has anyone been causing you trouble lately?” Cristian asked.
“No,” Fernanda shook her head. That was so typical of him, Fernanda thought—always concerned about her well-being, even now.
“Were you the one who caused Jett’s predicament?” she suddenly asked.
Cristian blinked slowly. He murmured, “So you figured it out…” It was hardly surprising that Fernanda had deduced it; she was always perceptive.
She sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I could have helped.”
“I was on a business trip and sorted it out en route to prevent you from having to travel from Esaham.” Cristian exhaled softly. “I intended to surprise you, but it seems I only—”
“Managed to worry you instead,” Cristian said softly, his voice trailing off.
Fernanda’s voice trembled slightly. “That really frightened me. Hearing from Amory that you were in surgery sent me into a panic.”
“I’m sorry…” Cristian said, his voice barely audible as Fernanda leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
For a moment, Cristian was taken aback. The kiss was fleeting, barely a brush. It happened so quickly that he almost thought he had imagined it.
Fernanda had seldom made such a bold move.
𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲: g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗼𝗺
“Don’t apologize,” Fernanda said softly. “You’re not to blame. In fact, I owe you thanks. You resolved that issue for me.”
Just then, a knock came at the door. Fernanda realized that her time was up.
“Get some rest. I’ll visit again as soon as I can,” she whispered, gently stroking Cristian’s hair.
His hair felt soft and smooth under her touch, mirroring the tender way he often held her hands.
Leaving the room, Fernanda looked back to see Cristian still watching her. She flashed him a radiant smile.
But as soon as she stepped out, her smile faded.
Reaching into her pocket, she retrieved the bullet that had been removed from Cristian’s body, which she had obtained from the doctor. She examined it with a determined look.
She recognized the type of bullet immediately; it was not commonly used and was typically reserved for military use.
While Cristian had been unconscious, Fernanda had meticulously gone through recent investigations and clean-ups in Zenithium, pinpointing two individuals linked to Jett’s interests, suspected of illegal arms dealings.
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