Chapter 892
Chapter 892:
She had always known Cristian as confident, unshakable, a man who carried himself with effortless dignity. To see even the faintest trace of uncertainty in him made her chest tighten. A slow, genuine smile spread across Cristian’s face, his eyes glowing with quiet delight. “Then let’s go.”
Meanwhile, Bobby stood next to Martin, arms loosely crossed. He hadn’t initially planned to come, but the moment Martin mentioned it was Fernanda’s grandmother’s memorial, he found himself unable to stay away. As soon as he arrived, his gaze flickered around, searching for Fernanda. Yet instead of Fernanda, an unfamiliar young girl approached him with a syrupy voice. “You must be the one from the Harper family, right?” Something about her overly sweet tone made Bobby’s skin prickle.
He had grown accustomed to Wendy’s cool, matter-of-fact way of speaking, and this sugary act didn’t sit right with him. He instinctively took a step back, putting space between them, and gave the girl a once-over. “Who are you?”
“This is my grandmother’s memorial,” Jade replied, blinking up at him with feigned innocence.
“Grandmother…” Bobby let the word roll on his tongue, as if tasting it. “What’s your connection to Fernanda? And where is she?”
“Oh, you’re looking for Fernanda?” Jade’s lips curled slightly. “She’s in the lounge. I can take you to her.”
Earlier, she had caught sight of Fernanda talking with that strikingly handsome man. There had been an air of familiarity between them, something just shy of intimacy. And that was information Jade was more than willing to pass along. Even though Fernanda’s engagement to Bobby had ended, she figured he ought to see for himself just how quickly she had moved on—undeniable proof that she had never truly cared for him in the first place.
Bobby, not giving it much thought, allowed Jade to lead the way.
As they walked, Jade stole quick glances at him. He was tall, towering over her by a full head, with a boyish charm. A single black stud in his ear caught her attention, lending him a hint of rebelliousness beneath his otherwise relaxed demeanor. Bobby seemed younger and more carefree than the man Fernanda had brought. Jade knew his type. They were blunt, a little naive, and—if one played their cards right—easy to manipulate.
She said, “It’s great to meet you. Can we be friends?”
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“What?” Bobby furrowed his brows. “But this is the first time we’ve met. I don’t even know you.”
“It’s fine,” Jade giggled, her tone full of amusement. “But you do now, don’t you?”
“Won’t matter, I’ll forget you by tomorrow.” Bobby waved a dismissive hand. “I’ve got a bit of face blindness. I only remember beautiful women.”
Jade raised an eyebrow. “So, you don’t think I’m beautiful?”
For the first time, Bobby turned to really look at her. Jade straightened her posture, flashing what she thought was her most dazzling smile. Bobby’s face twisted slightly.
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