Chapter 146 Meeting His Rival–in–Love
Since Rachel was about to part ways with Brian, she knew she wouldn’t need to care for him in the future.
“You know, I’m just like you. I can’t stand egg yolks either. They’re dry, hard to swallow… Every time, I forced myself to eat them.” Her voice was light, almost casual, but there was a quiet resignation underneath.
Brian’s hand paused mid–air. His expression flickered. “Why didn’t you ever tell me all these years?”
Rachel’s lips curled into a faint smile–calm, yet distant. “I did tell you. You just never listened. Or maybe… you never cared enough to remember.”
To him, she had always been insignificant, a fleeting shadow unworthy of his attention.
“If it had been Tracy, you would’ve etched it into your memory, making sure you never got it wrong.”
Inhaling deeply, she blinked back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.
She maintained her composure with a practiced smile. “Now I never have to struggle through egg yolks again. I can savor the egg whites I’ve always preferred. Let’s finish our meal.”
Perhaps this would be the final breakfast they shared together. She yearned to conclude it without conflict.
Both ate with deliberate slowness, as though honoring an unspoken pact.
A full thirty minutes passed before they emptied their plates.
The moment had arrived–everything needed closure.
Rachel placed her spoon down with care and announced, “I’ve finished eating.”
Glancing toward the staircase, she added, “There’s quite a bit to pack. I’ve arranged for transportation, and I’ll remove everything tonight.”
Words lodged in Brian’s throat, refusing to emerge.
She had already turned away, heading for the exit.
He harbored countless things he longed to express as he pursued her.
Accustomed to wielding authority, he desired to assert himself one final time.
His steps faltered beneath him as he moved. He struggled for breath, fearing he wouldn’t reach her in time. But his advance halted abruptly when he glimpsed the figure waiting outside. A tall, distinguished man stood
there.
If his suspicions were correct, Brian knew this was the same man who had accompanied Rachel at the suite
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yesterday. He had even arrived to collect her? So she truly intended to move on? How ironic that he had still entertained thoughts of winning her affection again. How utterly, pathetically foolish.
At this moment, Brian could only laugh, harshly mocking his own delusions.
Yet the fury building in his chest erupted uncontrollably.
He stormed forward and seized the man, his fist connecting squarely with the stranger’s face. His strength was remarkable, as though he sought to inflict serious damage. Even after landing the blow, he remained unsatisfied. He launched a second strike. Since this man had dared to steal what belonged to him, he should be prepared to
face the consequences.
Brian had never been known for clemency, and now he had been betrayed. To him, this represented an unbearable disgrace. He needed to reclaim his dignity.
However, Andres deftly evaded Brian’s second attempt.
Brian’s rage intensified, and without calculation, he unleashed a flurry of punches. These strikes came rapid and brutal, prompting Rachel, who recognized Brian’s capabilities, to grow concerned.
She called out anxiously, “Be careful!” This warning was clearly intended for Andres.
Witnessing Rachel’s concern for another man, Brian’s anger deepened, his heartbeat faltering in its rhythm. This momentary distraction created the perfect opening for Andres.
Brian’s fist was captured firmly in Andres’s grip.
In this vast world, two equally exceptional men stood locked in silent confrontation. Their gazes clashed in fierce opposition, generating almost visible sparks between them.
Neither would yield. Their eyes locked, radiating an unyielding dominance, neither willing to concede an inch. The sheer force of their presence was impossible to ignore, crackling like electricity in the air.
Then, after a beat of silence, Andres smirked. “I have to admit, you caught me off guard with that first punch, Mr. White. But in a fair fight? I wouldn’t go down so easily.”
Mr. White? That simple form of address caused Brian’s eyes to narrow instantly, internal alarms blaring within his mind. He harbored a powerful intuition that Andres’s knowledge of him extended far beyond mere
recognition.
He felt like he had been saw through but the man standing before him remained an enigma.
Not even a flicker of recognition surfaced as Brian scoured his memory for any trace of this face.
His recall abilities typically functioned flawlessly. He could summon the image of anyone he had encountered previously. But with this man, his mental catalog offered nothing. This could only signify that their paths had never intersected before. This realization intensified Brian’s discomfort, evolving into a sensation of losing his carefully maintained control.
“Mr. White, since Rachel has chosen me, I hope you’ll release her gracefully. Rather than desperately clinging to what’s past, why not allow her to discover genuine happiness?” Andres delivered these words calmly.
Even Rachel, observing from nearby, found herself astonished.
Andres’s ability to navigate this confrontation and his spontaneous performance impressed her deeply.
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Initially, she had merely requested that he appear and pretend to collect her. She hadn’t anticipated Brian rushing out and initiating physical conflict.
Her heart pounded anxiously, suspended between fear and hope.
Remarkably, Andres required no guidance; he embodied his role perfectly. His statements, however, provoked
Brian’s fury to new heights.
With a glacial smile, Brian curled his lips, his words stripped of any warmth. “You’ve stolen my woman and still dare to display such arrogance? Do you believe you’ll depart from here unscathed?”
Yet Andres maintained his composure. Not only did he show no fear, but he confronted Brian with casual confidence, hands tucked into his pockets. “Is that so? Let’s wait and see what unfolds.”
“Such audacity, then…”
Before Brian could complete his thought, Andres interjected, “Regardless, Rachel stands with me. Since she has chosen me, I believe that whatever transpires, she’ll remain by my side.”
Simultaneously, Andres took Rachel’s hand in his own.
Although they had met several times and communicated professionally, this sudden physical contact created discomfort for Rachel. But with Brian watching, she suppressed her instinct to withdraw.
At this moment, Brian fixated on their intertwined hands.
If looks possessed physical power, he would have incinerated Andres’s hand to ashes where they stood.
It must be acknowledged that as a rival, Andres demonstrated precise knowledge of how to provoke and wound
Brian’s pride.
“Rachel, return to me!” After several seconds of deceptive calm, Brian altered his approach.
Looking at Rachel once more, his eyes softened with unexpected tenderness, his voice transforming into something remarkably gentle. “If you’re willing to come back, I promise the wedding will proceed exactly as planned.”
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