Andrew’s expression remained completely blank as he turned to glance at Hannah.

However, she pretended not to notice and continued chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened. She was confident in her charm and looks. She was youthful, lively, absolutely stunning and had a figure most women could only dream of. She firmly believed no man could resist her if she threw herself into his arms. After all, whatever people might say about her, she knew one thing: having her in bed was pure pleasure.

Unfortunately for her, Andrew possessed something ten times better than what Hannah offered.

“Excuse me, I need to step away for a moment,” he said, standing up and leaving the table to go to the restroom.

Hannah felt both embarrassed, and she was unwilling to give up. She quickly slipped her shoe back on under the table and followed him. Of course, she covered it well, saying sweetly, “Dad, Logan, Emily, Freya, I need to use the restroom too!”

George chuckled. “Go on then!”

Freya quietly added, “Dad, Logan, Emily, I’ll go as well.” With that, she became the third person to excuse herself.

George, tipsy and red-faced, laughed. “These two silly girls… Andy leaves, and suddenly they both need the bathroom too!”

Logan grinned. “Freya probably wants to check on Andrew and make sure he’s not throwing up from all the wine. Hannah is a wild card. Let her do whatever she wants.”

Only Emily sat there, fully aware of what was really going on. George was drunk, his vision blurred, and his thoughts slow. Meanwhile, Logan was clueless when it came to reading women.

But Emily? She saw right through it. Hannah had obviously gone after Andrew on purpose. She did not know what exactly her sister planned to do, but she had a gut feeling it would be bold. Hannah had always been that way. She was spoiled by everyone at home, reckless and flirtatious, never taking anything seriously. Getting involved with someone like Hank was proof enough of that.

As for Freya, she was probably disgusted by the whole thing and wanted to hide in the bathroom or outside on the balcony to cool down. She had always been thoughtful and considerate, constantly giving way to Hannah in everything.

Emily felt a pang of sympathy. She could tell that Freya also longed for Andrew and wanted to fight for herself. Yet in the end, Freya compromised again, quietly backing away and handing Andrew over to Hannah. Emily sighed, not knowing what to do about the situation. Deep down, she would have rather seen a man like Andrew end up with Freya. Freya was much more worthy of Andrew, while Hannah was basically just a pretty face, and even that face had cracks in it now. From Andrew’s perspective, Freya was clearly the better choice, while Hannah simply was not good enough and lacked the qualifications.

Nonetheless, Emily kept those thoughts buried in her heart. After all, they were both her sisters, and there was no fair way to pick sides.

In the bathroom, Andrew finished his business and walked out to wash his hands. He splashed his face with cold water while trying to stay calm. To be honest, Hannah’s actions disgusted him. Still, he kept his expression neutral for George and Logan’s sake.

Suddenly, something soft pressed against his back. It was accompanied by a flirty giggle and an overly high-pitched, cutesy voice. “Andrew, I got you!”

Then two full, warm curves pushed up against him. Hannah had thrown herself at him, wrapping her arms around him without hesitation.

Andrew took a deep breath. “Let go,” he said, his voice becoming incredibly cold.

Hannah pretended not to hear and let her hand slide down, reaching directly for his belt area.

She pouted, “Andrew, don’t be so mean, okay? Don’t hate me. I know I messed up. But if you say yes, I’ll be your woman from now on. I’ll give you everything: my whole body, my heart, no holding back.” She added, “Just trust me, Andrew. I’ll make you feel so good…”

As she whispered, she started gasping herself, raising up on her tiptoes, trying to offer her lips to him.

To be fair, Hannah was undeniably skilled at this sort of thing. Too bad for her, she was not dealing with some desperate pervert. She was dealing with Andrew, and at this moment, he was terrifyingly calm.