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    Hearing that, Rachel didn’t argue further. She freshened up in record time, pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, and returned to the dining area without makeup.


    By the time she came back, Andres had already set the table, everything neatly arranged.


    As she sat down, he passed her a fork.


    “Oh, thanks.”


    “Dig in,” he said casually.


    Other than their brief meeting at the bar, where drinks were involved, this was their first actual meal together alone—something that made her a little self-conscious.


    After all, their rtionship was strictly professional.


    Noticing her hesitation, Andres raised a brow. “Not hungry? Or does it not suit your taste?”


    “No, it all looks amazing—I just don’t know where to start,” Rachel admitted.


    “Then sample a little of everything,” he suggested. “I wasn’t sure what you’d prefer, so I got a mix.”


    Rachel’s eyesnded on the bread. “Wait, are these from the famous bakery?” she asked, surprised.


    “I saw a huge line and figured they must be worth it, so I lined up to try it,” Andres said casually. “What do you think? Do you like it?”


    Rachel took a bite, and her face lit up. “Yeah, I love it. They’re tough to get, though—I only line up for them on weekends. But most of the time, I end up sleeping in, and by the time I wake up, they’re already gone. So I only get to have them once or twice a month.”


    She chuckled lightly. “I guess it’s always the things we can’t have that stick with us the most.”


    “Exactly, just like people,” Andres said, his gaze carrying a deeper meaning.


    Then, he pushed all the bread toward her. “Go ahead and enjoy as much as you want today. Once you’ve had your fill, the craving won’t be as strong.”


    As they ate, the tension in the air gradually melted away, reced by an easygoingfort.


    Feeling more at ease, she finally spoke up about the night before. “Mr. Garrett, I owe you an apology for yesterday. I invited you for dinner, but things didn’t quite go as nned, and you got drunk. I wanted to reach out to your assistant, but I didn’t have his number, so the only option was to let you stay here. I hope that was okay.”


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    Andres let out a smallugh. “If anyone should be saying sorry, it’s me. I overestimated my tolerance, and that’s on me. Jeffrey was kind enough to let me crash in his room while he took the couch. I really appreciate that.”


    The mention of Jeffrey reminded Rachel of something. “Speaking of which, where is Jeffrey?” she asked.


    “He mentioned something about visiting a medical facility and headed out early,” Andres answered.


    “Alright,” Rachel murmured, though she couldn’t shake the worry that he was out job hunting alone, still affected by what had happened before.


    As they wrapped up breakfast, Rachel’s eyesnded on Andres’s outfit, and something about it struck her as oddly familiar.


    “Mr. Garrett, is that—” she started, but before she could finish, Brian appeared at the entrance.


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