Chapter 139 Why Do You
Remind Me So Much Of Hi…
Doris paused, taken aback by Brian’s statement. “Brian, what did you say?”
Brian’s tone was firmer this time. “I’ve realized that my actions may have led you to underestimate her
importance.”
“U–Underestimate?” she stammered, her voice shaking. Her eyes grew wide, struggling to comprehend his
words. “Brian, are you saying…”
Brian’s declaration resonated clearly. “Doris, make no mistake–she is the one I will marry. That is the reality.”
Doris hadn’t anticipated such a turn of events.
After Brian walked away, she stamped her foot in anger.
Picking up her phone, she made a quick call. “Did you get the information on that man?”
“Yes, his name is Andres Garret, head of Synergy Group. Rachel Marsh has worked with him previously, and
they have known each other for some time.”
“Excellent, keep them under surveillance and inform me the moment they meet.”
“Understood.”
As Doris ended the call, a sly grin spread across her face. She was convinced that Rachel and Andres would cross paths eventually. At such a critical time, any such meeting could provide her with the opportunity she
needed.
Rachel stepped out the restaurant without an umbrella, not anticipating rain.
As the downpour intensified, she realized there were no shops nearby to purchase one.
But she was not one to worry about getting wet. She meandered without direction, letting her steps guide her.
She tried not to think too much about it. Dwelling on it would only intensify her anguish.
At an intersection, inside a sleek black car, Andres was multitasking with an iPad. He flicked through files with one hand while maintaining an intense focus, his features etched with concentration. Only when his neck started to stiffen did he pause and lift his head to stretch.
Looking through the right–side glass of his car, he spotted Rachel just as the traffic light turned green and the car began to move.
“Let’s go back around,” he instructed sharply.
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“Right away.”
Within a couple of minutes, the car pulled up smoothly next to Rachel.
Rachel was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the unfamiliar vehicle.
Andres then emerged swiftly, a black umbrella in hand.
The sleek black frame of the umbrella matched his dignified aura, and his pale, refined fingers stood out against it, adding to his intellectual charm
He positioned the umbrella carefully over her, protecting her from the rain.
Rachel expressed her gratitude with a warm smile. “Thank you! What a surprising coincidence to see you here.”
Observing the wet spots on her clothing impassively, Andres responded, “Indeed, it is. Where might you be
headed? I’d be happy to offer you a lift.”
She hesitated at first but then recalled she had promised him a meal.
Changing her tune, she asked, “Are you free today?”
“My day is relatively open,” he replied.
“Let’s grab a drink then!” she suggested.
This caught Andres off guard. She didn’t strike him as the type to suggest drinking based on what he knew of
her.
Her proposal was indeed unexpected.
“Are you sure about that?” he asked.
“As long as you’re okay with it, it’s fine by me.”
“Alright then.”
They quickly settled on the plan.
Not being well–versed in bars, Rachel used her phone to message Yvonne for some suggestions while in the car.
Yvonne immediately detected something out of the ordinary. “Who are you going out drinking with?”
Rachel was upfront and shared the details.
Upon learning it was with Andres, Yvonne felt a wave of relief. His decision to escort Rachel to the hospital that
day without any reservations affirmed his reliability.
The bar was alive with chatter. Rachel secured a quiet corner for them.
When the server approached, she gestured towards the menu, asking, “Any recommendations?”
The server pointed out a couple of strong options, cautioning. “However, these are quite potent, so please pace yourselves.”
“Great, we’ll take those, and could you also bring two glasses of water?”
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Andres raised an eyebrow, surprised by her boldness. “I had no idea you were accustomed to strong drinks.”
“I’m not,” Rachel responded, shaking her head.
As their drinks were served, Rachel promptly set them before him, saying, “These are on me–enjoy them to
your heart’s content.”
Andres laughed lightly.
It became clear that her lavish order was intended not for her but for him.
He then inquired, “And what will you be having?”
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 joining me in 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.
Soon, the waiter arrived with a blue cocktail for her.
Rachel lifted her glass toward Andres with a look of gratitude. “Mr. Garrett, I’m really thankful for the two
times you’ve come to 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 on me tonight.”
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 taught me a 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 after me then.”
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.
She touched a finger to her lips, whispering, “Shh, a man should not admit his impotence.”
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?”
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“Why?” she stammered slightly, gesturing with her other hand absently. “Why do you remind me so much of
