Chapter 883

Chapter 883:

His signature was bold, the pen nearly piercing the paper.

With the room key in hand, he led her to the elevator.

Once inside the room, the warmth from the central heating slowly filled the space.

Cristian picked up the phone to call room service. “What would you like to eat, Fernanda?”

“I already had dinner,” she replied.

His eyes softened as he looked at her. “Have some more with me.”

Fernanda touched her stomach, realizing it was indeed empty. The meal she had with the Coopers had been unsatisfying. She barely tasted the food, picking at it absentmindedly. She glanced at the menu and pointed out a few items.

After placing the order, Cristian handed her a glass of warm water.

The warmth of the glass seeped into her hands, offering a quiet comfort.

“When did you get here?” she asked, taking a sip.

“Just now,” he replied.

“How did you find me?” She hadn’t told him where she was dining.

“I stopped by the hospital, got your grandmother’s address, and saw you leaving the restaurant.”

Fernanda felt a surge of surprise. Could he have overheard their conversation at the restaurant’s entrance? She had lied to him, saying her family was welcoming.

Thinking it over, she hesitated before asking, “Are you upset because I lied to you?”

She had only wanted to keep him from worrying.

After a moment, Cristian finally met her gaze, his expression serious. He took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. Reaching out, he gently brushed some loose strands of hair from her face. “I’m not upset with you.”

F𝒊rst 𝒔𝗲en 𝒊n 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆: gⲁ𝅘𝓁𝗇𝑜ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼𝓬𝗈𝗺

Fernanda pressed her lips together, doubting his words. His emotions were clear, yet he insisted otherwise.

“I’m upset with myself,” he admitted. “I allowed you to be mistreated again.”

He had sensed something was wrong during their conversation, prompting his concern. He had wrapped up his meeting early and rushed over, only to witness the scene at the restaurant entrance.

Her relatives had refused to let her stay even for a single night. She was treated like an outcast, someone to be avoided.

He saw Fernanda standing under the shelter, the yellow light illuminating her bright eyes, which looked like deep, dark pools. Her expression was as cold as the winter night.

Cristian knew she wasn’t alright.

She was just a young woman in her early twenties, still vibrant and hopeful despite her circumstances. While other girls her age were warmly gathering with their families during the cold winter, she faced loneliness and rejection from her own kin.

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