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Andrew’s dark eyes lingered on her, his expression still etched with unyielding concern. “I’m just afraid you’ll get hurt.”
“But I’m not hurt, am I? Don’t worry. I’m strong.” Isabella smiled reassuringly.
Hearing her assertiveness, Andrew felt a deeper pang of heartache, realizing the resilience she must have developed over time. Many people her age were still nestled under the protective wings of their parents.
“Alright, I respect your decision,” Andrew agreed softly. Isabella continued, “And since you’ve returned to Ansport, please stop traveling back and forth to see me all the time.”
Andrew was momentarily stunned, not expecting Isabella to be aware of his frequent trips.
“It’s exhausting for you,” Isabella said with a hint of helplessness. “I have family here. If there are problems I can’t handle, Dane will take care of them. You don’t need to worry about me constantly, okay?”
“Okay,” Andrew replied, his voice tinged with reluctance. Isabella had never expected that, behind Andrew’s initially cold and formidable demeanor, he would be so devotedly attentive.
“When will you be heading back?”
“Tomorrow,” Andrew replied, his gaze intense as he looked at Isabella.
“Then let’s have dinner together tonight,” she suggested.
Andrew’s face brightened immediately. “Alright.” After their dinner that evening, Andrew escorted Isabella back to her home. To stay as close as possible, he chose a hotel near the Patton’ residence. Standing in front of the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, Andrew could see the Patton’ house and even Isabella’s window from his vantage point. He lingered for a moment, gazing at the tranquil night scene, before settling on the sofa to continue his work.
The next day dawned clear and bright. Andrew woke early, preparing to leave. He gazed out toward the distant silhouette of the Patton’ house, wondering if Isabella had risen for the day. He respected her request not to make frequent visits—a rule that meant they might now only see each other once a week. This new routine felt strange and unsettling to him. Just as he pondered this change, a knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.
Opening it, he was surprised to find Isabella standing there. His initial shock quickly transformed into sheer delight. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to have breakfast with you,” Isabella replied, her smile radiating charm. Her eyes sparkled, blooming like vibrant flowers, and her beauty seemed to brighten the threshold of his doorway. Any previous dissatisfaction melted away in an instant. Overwhelmed by affection, Andrew instinctively reached out to cup her face.
After a long, tender kiss, Isabella’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. She looked away briefly, her gaze uncertain. “Get ready, and let’s go eat,” she murmured shyly.
“Okay,” Andrew replied, his eyes brimming with joy. Together, they headed to the hotel buffet restaurant. In the calm of the morning, the place was nearly empty, giving them the privacy of a secluded dining experience. They sat facing each other, savoring both the meal and the quiet companionship. The striking couple drew some admiring looks from the sparse crowd.
“Is that him? He’s so handsome,” someone whispered.
Not far away, two women stood together, their heads lowered as they whispered about Andrew. One of the women, her eyes wide with surprise, covered her mouth to stifle a gasp. Beside her, the other woman stood taller, her presence seductive. She was a vision of beauty, and her smile could light up a room. “It seems this task won’t be as dull as I thought,” she said, giggling.
The first woman frowned, her voice tinged with concern. “But this man… he seems impossible to control.” He was tall, impossibly handsome, and exuded wealth and power—a rare combination that would daunt most. But the seductive woman merely chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous blend of confidence and mischief. “Do you think I’ll fail?” she purred, her tone dripping with ambition.
The challenge to conquer such a man only fueled her excitement further. The fat and flabby men she’d dealt with in the past, with their egos and pathetic attempts at charm, were beneath her. With a final glance at her companion, the seductive beauty picked up a plate and sauntered toward Andrew. As she drew near, she suddenly feigned a misstep, her ankle twisting, and the contents of the plate tumbled onto Andrew’s pristine suit.
“Ah! I’m so sorry, handsome!” she exclaimed, her voice a perfect blend of guilt and flirtation. Her face, though coquettish, held an innocence in her wide, shimmering eyes that could make anyone forget about the world. She pulled out a tissue, dabbing delicately at Andrew’s shirt. “Your clothes look so expensive. I feel awful. How about you let me take care of them? I’ll wash them and return them to you, good as new.”
Andrew’s chiseled face remained impassive, his voice cold as he responded, “No need.”
“But, sir, I really feel so guilty. Please, let me make it up to you.” The seductive woman leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling like stars. “I promise I’ll give your shirt back after I’ve washed it.”
“No need,” Andrew repeated, his tone unwavering.
“Well, if you say so…” Being rejected once was one thing, but to be rejected twice was humiliating. Seeing that her advances were being firmly rebuffed, the woman offered a small, resigned smile before turning away and leaving.
Seconds later, Andrew had already forgotten about her, his attention returning to Isabella. When he looked at her, the steeliness in his eyes softened, replaced by an undeniable tenderness and a hint of reluctance. “We’re going to be apart soon. Will you miss me, Isabella?” he asked, looking like a clingy child, his voice tinged with vulnerability that no one would ever associate with the decisive CEO of Klein Group.
Isabella’s lips curved into a gentle smile as she replied, “Of course I will.”
Andrew’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction, a sexy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’ll miss you too,” he whispered, his eyes filled with affection.
“Hey, handsome,” purred a sultry voice, abruptly interrupting their tender moment. The woman from earlier had returned, her eyes brimming with flirtatious intent. “To make up for my clumsiness, let me treat you to some cake.” She placed the cake in front of Andrew, her fingers lingering a moment too long on the plate.
“No, thanks.” Andrew’s voice was as cold as the chill in the air, his rejection slicing through her offer like a blade. The woman bit her lip, clearly not used to being turned down, let alone three times in a row.
Her gaze shifted to Isabella, who sat across from Andrew. The woman’s eyes narrowed as realization dawned on her. So that was why he kept rejecting her—it was because he had a girlfriend!
“Hey, handsome, is this your girlfriend?” she cooed, her voice dripping with faux innocence as she glanced at Isabella. “Miss, I only offered him cake because I accidentally stained his clothes earlier. It was purely innocent, I assure you. Please don’t misunderstand.”
Her affected tone made Isabella’s stomach churn. She fought the urge to roll her eyes, disgust curling in her chest. Just as she was about to respond, Andrew spoke first, his patience wearing thin. “It has nothing to do with my girlfriend,” he replied, irritation seeping into his voice.
“I just don’t want to accept your things.” His words were a final, firm dismissal.
“Please leave.” The woman’s eyes widened in shock, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. No man had ever rejected her like this before. Intrigued, she flashed a calculating smile, her interest piqued. This man was a challenge—a rare find in a world where she was used to having men wrapped around her finger. However, she firmly believed that there wasn’t a man in this world who wouldn’t cheat if given the chance.
“Alright, I’ll be on my way,” she said with an exaggerated pout. As she passed by Andrew, she slipped a card into his pocket, her movements sly and subtle.
Isabella stirred her porridge, a smirk playing on her lips. “Mr. Klein, you certainly attract a lot of attention.”
“Women like her are always after something,” Andrew replied indifferently. Unexpectedly, Andrew saw right through the woman’s ploy at a glance. Isabella couldn’t help but chuckle, giving Andrew an approving nod. “You’re sharp, Mr. Klein. Very sharp.”
When Andrew caught the mischievous glint in Isabella’s eyes, his heart swelled with affection. With a smirk, he pulled the card from his pocket, ready to toss it aside, but Isabella’s hand shot out, stopping him. “Give it to me,” she demanded, her tone playful yet firm.
Andrew blinked in surprise. “What?”
“Since she’s so hell-bent on doing something to you, then it’s only fair you get your revenge,” Isabella said, her lips curling into a wicked grin. She could be fiercely protective. No one could mess with her man and get away with it.
Andrew handed over the card, his curiosity piqued. “What are you planning?”
Isabella’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in close and whispered, “You’ll find out soon enough.” She winked, leaving Andrew both amused and mystified.
After a cozy breakfast together, Isabella drove Andrew to the airport, kissing him goodbye before heading to the office. The atmosphere at work was unusually quiet. Even Liza, who usually had a lot to say, seemed preoccupied, likely busy lining her pockets with kickbacks.
The ever-watchful Isabella kept tabs on everything from the shadows, and meanwhile, she posted the seductive woman’s name card on a website she knew would do the trick.
Across town, the seductive woman, Abigail Watson, left the hotel with her friend. They had a class to attend—one that taught them the art of seduction. Finding sugar daddies or men they could extort was their primary source of income.
As the class wrapped up, her friend, brimming with curiosity, asked, “So, did that man contact you, Abigail?” Abigail’s brow furrowed in frustration. She hadn’t received any messages or even a friend request. Was she really going to lose this opportunity?
Just as doubt began to creep in, a notification popped up—a new friend request on WhatsApp. A sly smile spread across her lips as she exclaimed, “Here it is! I told you, no matter how perfect a man seems, he’s bound to cheat.”
Her friend’s eyes widened with envy. “Oh my God, that guy’s quite the catch. If you can get him, it’ll set you up for life.”
“I know, right?” Abigail mused, her mind already spinning with possibilities. They both knew this life wouldn’t last forever. Someday, when the allure of youth faded, the money would dry up. But if Abigail could snare a wealthy husband now, she could secure a future of luxury, far from the life they currently led.
Abigail accepted the friend request without hesitation. She was skilled at the art of flirtation, and it didn’t take long for them to arrange an evening rendezvous. A sly smile played on Abigail’s lips. The man seemed like someone who relished a bit of playful intrigue, even requesting that she wear an eye mask when she arrived.
Rich men and their peculiar tastes! Naturally, she didn’t mind indulging such a simple request, especially if it could secure her future. She was more than willing to play along.
Her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Asher’s name.
“How’s it going?” Asher inquired.
“Asher, there’s no need to fret. Everything is unfolding even better than I anticipated,” Abigail replied, her voice dripping with confidence.
Asher’s chuckle came through the line. He was clearly pleased. “I knew it. No man can resist your charm. Keep doing what you do best.”
“Will do,” she said, before the call ended, leaving Asher in a buoyant mood. If Andrew was indeed ensnared by another woman’s embrace, then Isabella’s reign of superiority would soon crumble.
But not long after, Asher’s phone rang again—this time, it was his father. “Asher, what’s the status? Our company’s stock price is plummeting! I have no doubt Andrew is behind this.”
A cold wave of panic surged through Asher. “Dad, don’t worry. That woman is already on her way to meet Andrew. We’ll have everything under control.”
“Good, but we must act swiftly. If things continue on this trajectory, we’ll be bankrupt in less than a week,” Orion warned, the weight of confronting a powerful adversary heavy in his voice.
Later that evening, Abigail arrived at a hotel room as promised. The room was cloaked in darkness, a sultry warmth filling the air. The next morning, Abigail awoke to find herself alone, save for a stack of cash left on the nightstand.
She let out a derisive laugh. Did that man truly believe that cash alone could brush her off? Seething with anger, Abigail attempted to reach out to him, only to discover he had erased her from his contacts.
With grim determination, she sent him a friend request, her mind set on not letting this slight go unanswered. The man accepted her request almost immediately.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Why did you leave so early? I have something to discuss with you,” Abigail responded.
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