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    While driving toward the hotel, he dialed Sandra’s number.


    “Sandra, why were you upset just now?” he asked, his voice warm and patient, coating each word with charm.


    Another thought crossed his mind—he hadn’t contacted her over the weekend, which might have added to her anger.


    From what he had learned over the years, women could be upset for the smallest of reasons. In the end, it never mattered why—they were never wrong, and the man always had to carry the me.


    He said, “I shouldn’t have met with Mr. Degum today. You don’t know how he is. He only likes to talk business in ces like bars, surrounded by women. I couldn’t avoid it if I wanted to close the deal. But believe me, Sandra, my heart belongs to you alone. If I’m lying, may the worst misfortune fall on me.”


    Sandra gripped the steering wheel, her chest aching as she listened. “Don’t say things like that. I trust you.”


    A sneer curved Andres’s lips, though his voice poured out like honey. “I have to say it. Your silence and your doubt wound me more than death. If anything troubles you, tell me. If I’m wrong, I’ll change. I don’t want you to be upset, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you with a gift. How about dinner tonight? Tell me which restaurant you’d like to go to, and I’ll take you there.”


    Sandra’s spirits lifted. “I saw a lipstick I really liked. All the lipsticks I have are hand-me-downs—I don’t even own one of my own yet…”


    She went on about borrowing other people’s leftovers, her voice carrying a pitiful note.


    Andres caught her meaning at once. Pleasing her would not be difficult. A little money could settle it.


    “Honey, whatever brand you like, I’ll buy all the new releases for you. You can choose any shade you want,” he said.


    “Thank you. I’m not even sure if Shirie carries this brand, but the colors are so lovely,” Sandra replied. She had heard stories of Andres spending freely on other women, and…


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    She wanted to test whether he was truly sincere about giving her a gift or just skilled at talking sweetly.


    She told Andres the brand name.


    Andres chuckled. “I know this brand. Excellent choice, darling. It’s an internationalbel, known for sophistication and style. You have such refined taste.”


    After lifting Sandra’s spirits, he ended the call.


    By lunchtime, Sandra received a lunch delivery arranged by Andres. The food was delicious and beautifully packaged, and the restaurant’s name printed on the box marked it as one of the city’s most exclusive ces. Her colleagues looked on with envy while she enjoyed the meal.


    Meanwhile, Andres was nowhere near Sandra. Instead, he was in a hotel room with Loretta.


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