Chapter 849

Chapter 849:

Before heading to Cristian’s apartment, Fernanda stopped by the supermarket to pick up some groceries.

It was Friday, and with no classes the next day, she could spend the weekend at Cristian’s place, cooking for him.

When she arrived, she entered the password “0620,” and the door clicked open. Hearing the sound, Cristian stepped out of his study. The sight of Fernanda carrying two bags brought a quick smile to his face—but just as quickly, it vanished into a blank expression. That was deliberate.

Unlike usual, he turned and returned to the study without a word.

Fernanda set the bags down in the entryway, changed her shoes, and followed him inside.

“What’s wrong?” she asked with a teasing smile.

Cristian sat at his desk, a steaming cup of Americano beside his computer. He was clearly in the middle of work.

“Fernanda Morgan,” he called, using her full name. “What did you promise me when you got back from Zenithium?”

Fernanda blinked, feigning innocence.

Cristian, still recovering from his thigh injury, had been relying on a cane to get around.

Back then, she had promised to stay at his apartment for a few days to take care of him.

But after two days, Aidan, their department head, called her back.

Once she left, she never returned—until now.

She had called to explain that a programming assignment kept her tied up in the lab for long hours.

Since Cristian’s apartment was a bit out of the way, she couldn’t come over as she had promised.

𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫶𝑐𝗼𝗺

Cristian understood that her project was important, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it.

“I am sorry,” Fernanda said with a smile. “But I came to see you as soon as I had time, didn’t I? I’m not going to the lab this weekend. I can stay with you.”

Cristian’s expression softened.

Fernanda thought he looked adorable when he sulked, so she walked over, pinched his cheek gently, and said, “Look at you, throwing a little tantrum now?”

“I’m not,” Cristian held her gaze. “I would never throw a tantrum at you.”

Fernanda’s smile deepened. “I know.”

Cristian shut off his monitor and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Is your programming assignment really that tough?” he asked.

He noticed the dark circles under her eyes and was immediately concerned for her well-being.

“It’s manageable, but since it’s for a national competition, we’re taking it seriously,” she explained. “Our director is pushing us hard to bring home a win.” She laughed, recalling Aidan’s dramatic plea. “Ladies and gentlemen, the reputation of our Esports Academy rests on your shoulders now.”

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