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    This forced Rachel to halt her attempt to close the door. “Let me in for a bit,” Brian insisted, his voice leaving no room for argument. Rachel stared at him, taken aback by his audacity to just invite himself in.


    “I’m really not up for guests, Mr. White.”


    Brian quirked an eyebrow. “Are we going to stand here forever? I’m fine with that, but your neighbors seem to be around. It might draw their attention…”


    His brazenness was astounding! With reluctance, Rachel stepped back from the door.


    Taking advantage of her hesitation, Brian walked in confidently and made his way to the sofa, taking a seat as though he owned the ce. To anyone else, he might have seemed like the man of the house.


    “How did you find out where I was?” Rachel inquired.


    “Yvonne may not like me much, but she cares about you. She wouldn’t have you rent an apartment. Knowing this ce was hers before she married, it’s logical she’d have you stay here.”


    Brian assumed correctly. And he had visited this apartment once before and recalled its location.


    Noticing Rachel hadn’t offered him anything to drink, he mentioned, “I could use a drink.”


    “I’m sorry, but we’re out of drinks.”


    “Water is fine by me.”


    “Unfortunately, we’ve run out of that too.”


    Undeterred, Brian asked, “So, what do you drink then?”


    “I’ve just had something, so I’m not thirsty,” Rachel responded. It was clear from her demeanor that she wasn’t inclined to amodate him. Despite this, Brian remained unfazed. He straightened up, his gaze sweeping the room and finally resting on a white cup on the table.


    He guessed it was hers.


    He swiftly grabbed the cup and took a drink.


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    Enraged, Rachel dashed over to reim it. However, Brian stood, lifting the cup high above her grasp, a taunting smile on his face.


    “Brian, give me back my cup!” Rachel yelled, stretching to reach it, but he seemed oblivious to her demands.


    He only ceased his antics when her face turned a deep shade of anger.


    “Now, how about that drink?” he asked.


    “Hand over the cup first,” Rachel insisted, still seething.


    “Fine.”


    Lowering his arm, he carefully returned the white cup to her. With the cup back in her possession, she reluctantly prepared a simple cup of coffee for him.


    She suspected the bitter coffee might prompt him to leave after just one taste. She had picked the cheapest instant coffee from the supermarket’s discount aisle. Its vor was notably bitter.


    Surprisingly, Brian took his time, drinking slowly and seemingly appreciating each sip.


    As he finished his cup, Rachel suggested, “Mr. White, since you’ve finished your coffee, perhaps it’s time to leave.”


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