Chapter 989
Chapter 989:
Curran’s awkwardness suddenly made perfect sense. Seated beside her, he made an effort to start a conversation.
However, she appeared far more interested in whatever she was doing on her phone. Her responses to him were brief and indifferent, as though she barely registered his presence.
The disparity between their attitudes couldn’t have been more glaring. Bobby then turned toward Fernanda and gestured to her. “Grandma, this is the person I was telling you about—Cristian’s girlfriend, Fernanda Morgan.”
The woman’s gaze shifted to Fernanda. In response, Fernanda immediately straightened her posture and greeted her with a warm, polite smile.
The woman’s stern expression softened, and she motioned for Fernanda to approach. “Come here, Fernanda.”
Fernanda stood and moved to sit beside her.
The elderly woman studied her for a moment, then patted her hand gently before turning to Bobby. “Yes, she’s quite lovely.”
“Well, Cristian has excellent taste, doesn’t he?” Bobby grinned, his tone filled with pride.
The woman’s response was blunt. “She’s far better suited to Cristian than she would ever be to you.”
Fernanda immediately understood from this remark that the woman was well aware of her story.
As the woman held her hand, Fernanda became acutely aware of the smooth surface of the jade bracelet brushing against her skin. The sensation was as warm and reassuring as the woman’s gentle voice.
Meanwhile, Curran was doing his utmost to grab the woman’s attention. He peppered her with questions about the exhibition, even offering to buy any paintings she fancied. His enthusiasm bordered on comical.
Through their conversation, Fernanda picked up a few key details.
𝒄𝓱𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝓽𝒉𝒆 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼𝒂𝓻𝔂 𝒄𝓸𝓹𝓲𝒓𝒊𝓰𝒉𝓽 𝒐𝓷 g𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝓞𝓂
The elderly woman, Ashley Evans, was not just another guest—she was the organizer of the exhibition. Curran had worked tirelessly on the event, meticulously overseeing the hall’s decorations to ensure everything was elegant and well-executed.
Ashley, it turned out, had a particular liking for watercolor paintings.
And, like many others, she greatly admired the works of Rose.
The mention of Rose made Fernanda pause.
Leaning closer to Bobby, she whispered a request.
Bobby nodded without hesitation. “If you want to paint, that’s simple. There’s a studio on the third floor. I’ll take you.”
After politely excusing themselves, Bobby led the way to the studio. “The studio’s right here, and the lounge is just over there. I’ll wait in the lounge—just let me know when you’re done,” he said with a smile.
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