Chapter 1933

"You're insane. Get off me!" Andrew shoved Hannah off with force, sending her stumbling and nearly falling to the ground.

"Andrew…" Hannah’s attempt had failed, and now all she felt was humiliation and rage.

Andrew stared at her coldly. "Hannah, are you out of your mind? Don’t you feel disgusted with yourself, pulling cheap stunts like this?"

Hannah gritted her teeth. "Andrew, are you seriously going to act like you don’t want to sleep with me? I’m young, beautiful! I’m the daughter of the Keller family, and I have status; I’m from a respectable background. I’ll have you know, I’ve got men lining up for me."

She added, "If I so much as hint at it, trust me, a whole bunch of sons would be begging to kiss my feet."

Andrew gave a cold laugh. "So what? You think that makes you special? Desirable? Too bad. I’m just not interested. This ends here. Don’t ever pull something like this again."

With that, Andrew turned and started to leave, face stone cold.

"Stop! You’re not leaving!" Hannah yelled, stepping in front of him with her arms spread.

"Andrew, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have acted so shamelessly in front of you. Can we be together? Be my boyfriend, please! I promise I’ll behave, I’ll do whatever you say."

Since seduction did not work, she flipped to a pitiful act. Her voice trembled, eyes brimming with tears, like she were auditioning for a drama.

At this point, Andrew stopped trying to hide his disgust. "Hannah, you must be delusional to think that you’re girlfriend material. You think I’m that desperate? That I’m lacking women and dying for you?"

Hannah’s voice cracked. "I know you’ve got plenty of women around you, but can’t I just be one of them? Andrew, my reputation’s in shambles. A lot of people look down on me now!"

She added, "If you’d just be with me, it could fix all that. Help me restore my image. People would start respecting me again, because I’d be Andrew’s woman, the Keller family’s daughter."

Andrew scoffed. "If you want others to respect you, start by respecting yourself. There’s no shame in messing up, Hannah. But if you want to stand tall again, you have to rely on yourself. There’s no shortcut."

Hannah begged, "Andrew, please. I’m asking you to just give me a chance, okay? Let me be your woman. Help me move on from that nightmare with Hank. You like my dad, and Logan too, don’t you? Then think of this as a way to repay the Keller family for being kind to you!"

Andrew’s expression turned to pure contempt. "Hannah, you really are an idiot. I’m not even exaggerating. As far as I’m concerned, I owe your family nothing. If anything, it’s the Keller family who owes me. I respect Mr. Keller Senior and Logan, sure. But that doesn’t mean I respect you. Now move, or I won’t be polite about it."

Hannah screamed, completely breaking down. "I won’t! I won’t move! Andrew, if you don’t accept me today or give me a chance, I won’t let this go!"

"What’s so wrong with me? I’d take care of you, be good to you, and you’d look good with me by your side! Why do you treat me like trash, but you’re so gentle with my second sister?"

Andrew sneered. "It’s simple: because you can’t measure up to Freya! It’s just that straightforward. Do you hear me clearly?"

Hannah’s face went pale, and then twisted with fury. "I don’t believe you. I don’t! Andrew, you bastard… I hate you!"

She burst into tears and ran off, hands covering her mouth.

Andrew let out a sigh, completely drained. Hannah honestly made his skin crawl. If it had not been for George’s sake, he would have slapped her a long time ago.

Back in the bathroom, Andrew washed his face again. The cold water helped cool the frustration and the rage that had been boiling inside him. However, just as he was about to dry off, he felt arms wrap around him from behind.

Two soft curves pressed tightly against his back, closer than before, like someone trying to melt into him.

‘Damn it.‘

Andrew had had enough. He spun around, ready to slap whoever it was without a second thought. However, the moment he saw the face, he froze in place.

It was not Hannah, but Freya.

Her face was flushed like a blooming rose, her ears red, her whole body trembling as she looked up at him with eyes full of longing.

"Freya, you…" Andrew stammered, momentarily speechless.

Before he could say another word, Freya leaned in and kissed him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck.