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    “Mr. White, how are you feeling now?” Andres asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.


    Brian offered a faint smile, brushing off the worry. “I’ll be fine. No need to trouble yourself over me.”


    Andres nodded, his expression softening. “You seem to be recovering well, so I’ll stop fretting,” he said, though the conversation trailed off into an awkward silence, leaving the room momentarily still.


    Tracy, standing nearby, felt a quiet wave of relief and perhaps a hint of satisfaction. She carefullydled a spoonful of soup and brought it to Brian’s lips, her tone gentle and encouraging. “This will help you regain your strength. Go on, try it.”


    Brian hesitated, his gaze flickering briefly toward Rachel, who stood silently observing. Something in her presence seemed to sway him, and he leaned forward to take a sip.


    A small, appreciative smile curved Brian’s lips as he nodded. “Not bad at all,” he said, his voice warm but measured.


    “Would you like me to feed you more?” Tracy asked eagerly, her voice full of anticipation.


    “Yes, feed me—personally,” Brian replied, deliberately emphasizing thest words with a teasing grin.


    Rachel, sitting nearby, turned her attention back to her food, quietly continuing her meal. As she neared the end of her bowl, Andres approached and took a seat beside her. Leaning in slightly, he asked in a soft, warm tone, “Did you enjoy it?”


    “I did, very much,” Rachel responded, her smile warm with satisfaction.


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    “If you enjoyed it, I’ll take you to that restaurant sometime,” Andres offered, his tone light but sincere.


    “I’d love that,” Rachel said, smiling.


    When Rachel lifted her gaze, their eyes met unexpectedly, and for a brief moment, the connection between them was undeniable.


    Brian, however, observed the exchange from across the room. Clearing his throat loudly, he raised his voice in a forced, awkward attempt to break the moment. “I think I swallowed the wrong way.”


    Tracy immediately sprang to her feet. “Let me get you some water,” she said, hurrying off to fetch a ss.


    “No need,” Brian replied curtly, his eyes locking onto Rachel. “I believe someone made a promise to stay by my side and care for me until I’m fully recovered.”


    Brian’s words were clearly aimed at her. Remembering Jeffrey, Rachel stood up without hesitation. “I’ll take care of it. Would you like cold water or hot?”


    “Hot water,” Brian answered, his tone firm but calm.


    Rachel moved quickly, but in her rush, she lost her footing and nearly tripped.


    “Careful!” Andres reacted instantly, his arm shooting out to steady Rachel. He pulled her close, his strong hand resting on her waist as she found her bnce.


    The sudden closeness between them was undeniable, their posture intimate enough to draw a palpable silence over the room.


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