NovelEnglishChapter 254 Chapter 254: Rachel gestured towards the two glasses of water before her. "I'm sticking with water. Alcohol doesn't agree with me; I get tipsy too easily." Andres settled back into his chair, his tall silhouette easing into a more relaxed posture. A playful smile began to form as he spoke. “It seems a bit unfair. You're paying the bill, yet you're not joiningin a drink?" Considering his comment, Rachel replied, "You make a fair point. I'll have a cocktail then." She selected a cocktail from the menu.
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Rachel lifted her glass toward Andres with a look of gratitude. "Mr. Garrett, I'm really thankful for the two times you've cto my rescue." "It was nothing." Rachel felt the effects of the cocktail not long after starting her drink. She began to speak more lively. "See, I warned you I'm not great with alcohol! Please go ahead and enjoy—the drinks are ontonight." In the dim light of the bar, Rachel's features were softened more by the interplay of light and shadow. Andres gently turned his glass in his hands.
With a curious glance, he inquired, "And how do you know that I can handle my drinks?" Slumping slightly against the couch, Rachel looked up, bewildered. "Oh, that? Yvonne taughta bit about reading faces. She says that people with your kind of features usually have a good tolerance." Andres's smile widened at her explanation. "And aren't you concerned about being mistaken? What if my tolerance is impotent? You'd have to look afterthen." Feeling increasingly overwhelmed by the cocktail, Rachel's head sank lower onto the table.
Her thoughts were foggy, snippets of conversation floating through her mind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe touched a finger to her lips, whispering, “Shh, a man should not admit his impotence." gvlnov., ☐☐☐ ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐ A mix of feelings flickered across Andres's face. He opened his mouth to respond, but Rachel quickly clasped his hand. "Stay still!" "Something wrong?" "Why?" she stammered slightly, gesturing with her other hand absently. "Why do you remindso much of him?" "Who might that be?" Andres inquired.
"My fiancé," Rachel answered, her tone waning. "Though perhaps not for much longer." "Why so?"
Laying her head down on the table, she looked up through the blur of lights, her face etched with a m detached smile. Mocking her own situation, she said, “Once, he didn't want me, and now I don't keep loving him." "Do you still love him?"
Rachel paused to sip her cocktail, her eyes shimmering with a mix of m dreaminess and sorrow. "It runs deep."
In truth, her love had been unwavering for a decade. Yet what was the value of such love? It seemed utterly pointless.
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