Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 383

The striking couple drew some admiring looks from the sparse crowd.

“Is that him? He’s so handsome,” someone whispered.

Not far away, two women stood together, their heads lowered as they whispered about Andrew.

One of the women, her eyes wide with surprise, covered her mouth to stifle a gasp.

Beside her, the other woman stood taller, her presence seductive.

She was a vision of beauty, and her smile could light up a room.

“It seems this task won’t be as dull as I thought,” she said, giggling.

The first woman frowned, her voice tinged with concern.

“But this man… he seems impossible to control.

”

He was tall, impossibly handsome, and exuded wealth and power— a rare combination that would daunt most.

But the seductive woman merely chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous blend of confidence and mischief.

“Do you think I’ll fail?” she purred, her tone dripping with ambition.

The challenge to conquer such a man only fueled her excitement further.

The fat and flabby men she’d dealt with in the past, with their egos and pathetic attempts at charm, were beneath her.

With a final glance at her companion, the seductive beauty picked up a plate and sauntered toward Andrew.

As she drew near, she suddenly feigned a misstep, her ankle twisting, and the contents of the plate tumbled onto Andrew’s pristine suit.

“Ah! I’m so sorry, handsome!” she exclaimed, her voice a perfect blend of guilt and flirtation.

Her face, though coquettish, held an innocence in her wide, shimmering eyes that could make anyone forget about the world.

She pulled out a tissue, dabbing delicately at Andrew’s shirt.

“Your clothes look so expensive.

I feel awful.

How about you let me take care of them? I’ll wash them and return them to you, good as new.

”

Andrew’s chiseled face remained impassive, his voice cold as he responded, “No need.

”

“But, sir, I really feel so guilty.

Please, let me make it up to you.

”

The seductive woman leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling like stars.

“I promise I’ll give your shirt back after I’ve washed it.

”

“No need,” Andrew repeated, his tone unwavering.

“Well, if you say so…”

Being rejected once was one thing, but to be rejected twice was humiliating.

Seeing that her advances were being firmly rebuffed, the woman offered a small, resigned smile before turning away and leaving.

Seconds later, Andrew had already forgotten about her, his attention returning to Madisyn.

When he looked at her, the steeliness in his eyes softened, replaced by an undeniable tenderness and a hint of reluctance.

“We’re going to be apart soon.

Will you miss me, Madisyn?” he asked, looking like a clingy child, his voice tinged with a vulnerability that no one would ever associate with the decisive CEO of Klein Group.

Madisyn’s lips curved into a gentle smile as she replied, “Of course I wilt.

”

Andrew’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction, a sexy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I’ll miss you, too,” he whispered, his eyes filled with affection.

“Hey, handsome,” purred a sultry voice, abruptly interrupting their tender moment.