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    “Mr. Garrett, may I ask a question?”


    “Of course.” Despite having consumed a few drinks, Andres’s demeanor remainedposed, his face lightly colored but his mind sharp. His voice, resonant andmanding, carried a captivating allure in the subdued bar lighting.


    “Do men ever forget their first love?”


    “Would you like an honest answer?” he responded.


    Rachel didn’t need him to say more; she already sensed the truth.


    “Let’s have a toast!” She lifted her ss to meet his.


    A few sipster, she touched her forehead, feeling bewildered. “Why does my head feel so light?”


    Before Andres could say anything, a woman in a sleek ck dress made her entrance. Her long hair flowed behind her, and her stride in stiletto heels was confident. Her legs, sheathed in ck stockings, exuded a mix of sensuality and sophistication.


    As she neared, she captured the attention of nearly everyone present.


    “Hey handsome, how about a drink?” she suggested boldly to Andres, without a hint of hesitation. Her hand rested gently on his shoulder, yful yet suggestive. Bending slightly forward, she showcased her neckline, adding to her seductive charm.


    Rachel observed the unfolding scene with interest, as if she were an audience member at a performance.


    She couldn’t deny that Andres possessed a maic allure. It wasmonce for someone like him to attract attention in such settings.


    Her curiosity piqued, she wondered how he would respond.


    To her surprise, Andres didn’t react verbally. He remained seated, his posture rxed, elegantly holding his drink, sipping it without haste. His calm was unshaken, showing no sign of being upset.


    With Andres showing no resistance, the woman became more audacious. She fixated on his arm, gently extending her hand toward him. The sleeve of his shirt was rolled up, exposing his sculpted forearm. Her fingers soon began a yful dance along his arm, her touch light and flirtatious.


    As Rachel watched this interaction intently, Andres suddenly took the drink out of her hand. His tone was teasingly soft as he said, “Take it easy, you seem a bit unsteady. Did you get yourself drunk intentionally so that I can send you home?” His voice carried a hint of allure. A chill coursed through Rachel at his words. What was he up to?


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    Before she could voice her thoughts, he ced a gentle finger on her lips, quieting her with a whisper, “Calm down, you’ve had too much to drink.”


    Rachel was startled by his action.


    The woman, after a brief pause, pulled her hand back, a flush of embarrassment coloring her face. “You already have a girlfriend?” Andres gave a confirming nod.


    Without another word, the woman turned and walked away.


    As the room spun slightly around her, Rachel pieced it together.


    Andres had cleverly used her presence to deflect the advance.


    “Next time you’re in a situation like that, give me some warning. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” Rachel’s voice betrayed her rm.


    Andres responded smoothly, “You mentioned I remind you of your fiancé. Just imagine I am him for a second. I’m intrigued—how exactly do we look alike?”


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