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    A grown man, reduced to groveling on the floor just to win a woman back?


    Throwing away his dignity like it meant nothing, as if humiliation could move her heart.


    The sight was pathetic, and it turned Sandra’s stomach.


    What kind of man would kneel like this unless he was scheming for something? To her, this was a ploy, desperation dressed up as love.


    Sandra’s eyes hardened, and her irritation toward Andres only increased.


    “You’re being really pathetic, you know that?” Sandra snapped, her voice sharp and irritated. “Get out. Do you really think I would ever stoop so low as to be with someone like you?”


    After a pause, she continued, “You make me sick. Leave now, or I’ll call the police.”


    Jordy spotted his chance to y the hero, the perfect moment to earn Sandra’s approval. Without a second thought, he seized Andres by the cor, wanting to haul him toward the door.


    But Andres fought back, shoving Jordy’s hand off and barking, “Stay out of this! You think you’ve got the right to pursue Sandra? Then so do I. Don’t act like you’re better than me. Move aside!”


    Jordy refused to yield, nting himself in front of Sandra to protect her, his frame straight, eyes zing.


    “Didn’t you hear her? Miss Harper couldn’t be clearer—she wouldn’t waste her time on someone like you. Why would she ever pick you? Why would she settle for a man who shares himself with other women? Look at her. She’s a billionaire’s daughter. Men line up in droves just for a chance to win her over. Why would she choose a jerk like you? Get out.”


    Sandra’s anger boiled over. She knew Andres wasn’t here out of love—he was deliberately creating a scene, trying to corner her under the weight of the crowd’s eyes.


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    As the restaurant’s patrons gawked openly, humiliation burned through her.


    “I’m not leaving!” Andres shouted, stubborn defiance in his voice.


    He had no intention of letting go of the one card that could boost his ce in the Stewart family.


    Having Sandra at his side would shoot his standing in the Stewart family through the roof, giving him far more influence. And if winning her back meant making a fool of himself, he was willing to pay that price.


    He sank to his knees once more. “Sandra, please don’t do this. I know you’ve got a kind heart. I love you so much—you wouldn’t let me suffer. I love you more than life itself. I’d give you everything, anything. Please don’t abandon me. I’m the one for you, and deep down, you know it.”


    “You are shameless!” Sandra eximed, disgust twisting with frustration. Faced with someone this bold, who clung on no matter what she said, she found herself at aplete loss for how to deal with him. “You’ve humiliated me enough. I told you, we’re finished! I don’t want you anywhere near me. Stop ruining my evening and leave!”


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