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    Brian was set on securing a seat to Rachel’s right.


    Rachel gave Brian a look that clearly said, “Don’t push it.”


    “Go ahead, Brian, just take the seat next to my sister,” Jeffrey suggested casually and moved to let Brian sit.


    “Mr. Garrett, with such an exquisite dinner before us, perhaps some drinks to apany?” Brian suggested, raising the stakes.


    Andres was quick to respond, nodding, “Of course. Would you prefer wine or whisky?”


    “Let’s have both.”


    “Sounds good.”


    The two men engaged eagerly, showing no signs of backing down as they nned to drink until one conceded defeat.


    They began with wine, going head-to-head, each matching the other’s pace.


    Soon finding wine too mild, they simultaneously opted for whisky.


    They made a point of clinking sses with each drink.


    Rachel was at a loss for words.


    The dinner was bing ufortable for her.


    Stuck in the middle, she found it difficult to catch her breath.


    As the drinking continued, Andres thoughtfully offered her some food.


    “Rachel, you look too slim. You should eat more.”


    Not to be outshone, Brian chimed in quickly, “Yeah, a bit more weight wouldn’t hurt. It might feel morefortable when we cuddle.”


    Rachel, clearly annoyed, pinched Brian sharply. He must be dreaming. They were not together anymore!


    Brian felt the sting from the pinch but kept his difort to himself, bearing it silently.


    Despite his efforts to conceal it, he couldn’t entirely hide a wince of pain.


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    Jeffrey might have missed it, but Andres caught it.


    “Mr. White, something the matter? Is the whisky too much for you?”


    For any man, acknowledging weakness was often seen as a defeat.


    Without hesitation, Brian gulped down his whisky in response.


    Andres matched his actions, quickly finishing his own ss.


    Rachel saw that both men were bing inebriated and wanted to say,


    “Enough with the alcohol!”


    However, they were already pouring another round.


    The tension in the room had escted.


    Andres then delicately prepared a piece of fish, carefully removing the bones before offering it to Rachel.


    “This fish is both nutritious and soft, ideal for you right now.”


    “Thank you!”


    Brian scoffed at this disy, seemingly unimpressed. He then peeled a shrimp, dipped it in sauce, and deliberately ced it before Rachel, his actions clearly challenging Andres.


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