In the end, Dwight decided he couldn''t tell Halsey the froth


    sn, I steeled himsell and pushed her away. "I''ve said this before there''s no future for us. You need to go home now."


    Halsey opened her main argue, “#”


    "Halsey," Dwight cut in, his tone sharper, calling her name with alorce that left no room for doubt, "don''t mess things up for me. Go home"


    He told her not to mess thugs up.


    If he had said anything else, maybe Halsey wouldn''t have walked away-but he told her not to mess things up for him.


    With a resigned sigh, Halsey loosened her grip on him and turned to leave,


    After taking a few steps, she nced back at Dwight, her eyes lingering on him for a moment. She waved a small hand.


    "Bye dwight. If anythinges up, remember to call me. I''ll always be waiting for your call."


    Her delicate figure disappeared from his sight.


    Dwight stood there, watching her retreating form. She was so obedient, so gentle-for a moment, he felt an ache in his chest. He really didn''t want her to leave,


    s, he had his own things to deal with.


    Just then, the sound of a phone ringing cut through the air. It was a call from Rachel.


    Dwight answered without hesitation, and Rachel''s voice immediately filled his ear. "Where are you? My dad''s here, and he''s looking for you. You need toe back right now!"


    Jenson was looking for him.


    Dwight hung up the phone, slid it into his pocket, and started heading back.


    Rachel was already waiting for him as he walked in. "There you are! Where''s the waitress? Why did you take her away? What''s going on between you two?"


    Dwight looked at Rachel, his expression neutral. “I-”


    "Shh," Rachel cut him off, cing a finger to his lips. "You don''t need to exin anything. I just want you to be mine. And I haven''t said a word to my dad about it."


    Dwight fell silent as he walked alongside Rachel, approaching Jenson.


    "Dwight! It looks like you had a lot of fun with Rachel today," Jenson said with a smile.


    Rachelughed, "Yeah, maybe you should give him more time off so he can spend it with me."


    Jenson chuckled. "Look at that! My daughter''s alreadypletely taken with you, haha."


    Jenson raised two sses of wine, one for each of them. "Here. Let''s have a drink."


    Dwight epted the ss and clinked it with Jenson''s before downing it in one go.


    Watching Dwight drink so easily, Rachel couldn''t help but feel delighted. She knew exactly what was in that drink it had beenced with something. Tonight, Dwight was going to be hers.


    Dwight set his ss down. "Let''s go back."


    Jenson nodded. "Alright, let''s head out."


    The three of them left the bar. Outside, two luxury cars were parked, and several men in ck suits stood by the curb.


    One of the men opened the back door. "Ms. Field, Dwight, please get in."


    As Dwight moved to enter the car, he suddenly felt something wasn''t right. A rush


    of heat coursed through his body, leaving him dry-mouthed and uneasy.


    Dwight had been around enough to recognize what was happening-he had been drugged.


    He turned to Jenson. "Mr. Field, was there something in that drink?"


    Dwight had already figuredit out-the drink was the problem.


    Jenson didn''t seem surprised. He had expected Dwight to catch on quickly. With a grin, he replied, "Don''t worry. That drink was just to help set the mood for you and Rachel. There are no side effects."


    "Set the mood? What exactly do you mean?" Dwight asked, his voiceced with suspicion.


    Jenson gave him a yful p on the shoulder. "Don''t y dumb! Tonight, I''m entrusting my precious daughter to you." Dwight''s gaze shifted to Rachel, who was standing nearby, her cheeks flushed and her eyes full of warmth. Today''s Bonus Offer