Chapter 3 Not You, But Her

Sean was deep in thought in the grand living room of his mansion. His back leaned against the sofa, legs crossed, and his right index finger rested gently on his lips. He was pondering-how coincidental it was to meet Andrea again, the girl he had missed. His intention was simply to meet the pride of the Greyson family, but instead, he ended up face to face with the one woman who had occupied his thoughts for weeks.

Was this really a coincidence? Could it be?

"How was it? Did you meet the girl?"

Suddenly, Elizabeth's voice echoed from the door leading into the living room.

Sean turned. The beautiful woman walked in arm-in-arm with her husband. The silk white kimono she wore made her look effortlessly elegant.

"Andrew called me earlier. He said you had dinner at their house," said Richard, a middle-aged man dressed in a sleek black silk pajama set.

"Yes, I had dinner with them," Sean replied calmly.

"Good!" Richard exclaimed, clearly satisfied that his son had finally done what was asked of him.

Richard and Elizabeth took a seat on the sofa across from Sean.

"So, what did you think of Rachel?" Elizabeth asked. She appeared composed, but there was a hint of tension beneath her words-she was desperate to know what Sean thought of Greyson's eldest daughter.

"She's... beautiful," Sean answered, still lost in his thoughts.

"Excellent! Excellent!" Richard laughed enthusiastically. "I knew you'd like her!"

"Of course," Elizabeth chimed in. "What man wouldn't be interested in Rachel?"

Sean frowned deeply. "Rachel?"

"Yes, Andrew's daughter. Did you forget her name?" Richard asked, puzzled.

"Oh... right," Sean murmured.

Elizabeth chuckled softly. "Sean must've been so captivated that he forgot her name."

Richard laughed so hard that his mouth opened wide. "In that case, I'll make sure you get more opportunities to get to know each other."

Elizabeth shot Sean a playful look. "So? Did you get her number?"

"No," Sean replied shortly.

"Want me to give it to you?" Elizabeth offered sweetly.

Sean paused, then smirked a little. "No need. I'll get it myself."

"Ahahaha!" Richard burst out laughing again. "That's my boy! You never fail to impress me. I'm proud of you, son."

Elizabeth's smile briefly turned into a cold stare directed at Sean. It was obvious-she didn't like the idea of her stepson being interested in any woman other than her.

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Meanwhile, Andrea sat on the edge of her bed, her head lowered, eyes fixed on the floor. Her face still showed shock. The image of the man she had once slept with-his shocked face when he saw her the night before-lingered in her mind.

It was him. It really was Sean.

"No, no... it wasn't him..." she whispered to herself, trying to deny it.

She got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen. She took a box of chocolate milk from the fridge and was just about to head back up when the doorbell rang. Andrea ignored it and started climbing the stairs, but the bell rang again.

Annoyed, she turned back, looking around for any of the housemaids. But the house was quiet-no one was around.

With a sigh, she walked toward the front door, passing through the living room. She opened it-and there, standing on the front porch, was a man in a long-sleeved white shirt, his back facing her as he admired the garden view.

Andrea's eyes widened in disbelief. She knew that back. That silhouette. That was the same man she had met at the nightclub a month ago. The same man she had spent a night with.

"You?"

The man turned upon hearing her voice. His sharp jawline and captivating features might have stunned others, but not Andrea. Her expression turned bitter. Her eyes blazed with anger.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped.

Sean paused briefly. "I'm here to see someone," he answered casually.

"Didn't I already tell you we shouldn't see each other again after that night?"

Sean blinked, then let out a sharp laugh. "Who said I was here for you?"

"Sean, sorry... have you been waiting long?"

A familiar voice made Andrea frown. She turned around-and there stood Rachel, looking adorable in a pastel green knee-length dress. Andrea froze, seeing her older sister smile sweetly at Sean as she walked over to him.

"I'm ready," Rachel said to Sean. She then glanced back at Andrea. "Andrea, tell Mom I'm going out with Sean, okay?"

"Y-yeah..." Andrea stammered, clearly stunned by the sight of her sister and the man she had spent a night with-walking away together.

Sean gave Andrea one last subtle smile before leaving with Rachel.

Andrea stood frozen, speechless, watching the man who had once held her so intimately now walking away... with her sister.