By the time Andrew returned to the dining table, George had already gone to rest, having had more than he could handle.
Logan chuckled and said, “Andy, my dad’s getting older. These days, he just drinks for the fun of it. You can’t expect him to keep up anymore. Since he’s out, come on, let’s have another round.”
Andrew shook his head. “I’m about done, too. I’ve got some things to take care of later, so I’m just gonna eat a bit and that’s it.”
Even so, Logan talked him into two more drinks.
At the table, the Keller sisters sat quietly without saying a word. They had already finished eating long ago. Nonetheless, since Andrew was still at the table, it would not have been proper to leave, so they stayed out of courtesy.
Still, the silence was heavy and awkward. Hannah sat there fuming stealing glances at Andrew every few seconds with a clearly unhappy expression.
On the surface, Emily looked calm and composed, pretending like nothing had happened. Inside, she was barely holding it together. Both of her sisters had followed Andrew to the bathroom one after the other, which was not exactly subtle behavior.
Something obviously went down. When Hannah, came back, her eyes were red and swollen. She had clearly been crying.
As for the reason behind those tears, Emily could take a pretty good guess. She sighed inwardly. It was no surprise that Andrew had rejected Hannah. After all, a man like him probably had no interest in Hannah anymore.
What confused Emily, though, was Freya. She had no idea what exactly had happened between Freya and Andrew. She had not been there, so there was no way to know the full story.
Nonetheless, Freya’s flushed face, the dreamy look in her eyes, and the way she seemed to glow with a repressed smile spoke
volumes.
It was as if Freya had gotten something off her chest, like a burden had finally been lifted.
Emily gave a wry smile. Judging by everything, if anyone among the three sisters still had a shot, it was Freya. In that instant, she could not help but think of herself. Her past foolishness and arrogance had already made Andrew keep her at arm’s length.
Now, their dynamic was reduced to mere formalities and shallow pleasantries. However, both her sisters were actively vying for
him.
So what about her?
Theo had already proven himself to be a cowardly, manipulative, spineless man. There was no chance she would ever get back with him. Even thinking about him made her sick.
While there was no shortage of excellent, ambitious men around her with good family backgrounds and looks, when compared to Andrew, they all seemed mediocre and unappealing.
Every woman wanted the best man for herself, and Emily was no exception.
After all, she came from a family like the Kellers, growing up with luxury and having sky–high standards. Ordinary men could no longer handle her, and she desperately wanted someone who could make her submit.
Such men were rare, but there happened to be one right in front of her. She could not help but glance up at Andrew. Then, she quickly looked away as her face burned with embarrassment.
If Andrew could be with her, would she be happy? Would she be willing?
Without even thinking about it, Emily’s heart raced as she imagined that if she could truly become his woman, her whole life would be worthwhile.
