Chapter 1872

Debra's heart sank as she watched Andrew and Sherry chat happily.

It looked like the rumors were true.

When Erica didn't reappear, Debra figured Barton had stopped her. Worried about

a scene, she headed into the hotel.

Outside the hall, only Barton stood guard. There were no signs of Erica.

"Did you see Erica?" Debra asked. The source of thɪs content is

Barton smiled, "Miss Frazier, are you here to see Mr. Andrew Potter?"

Debra blushed. "I..."

"He is inside. If you've got questions, why not ask him yourself?" Barton said.

Debra hesitated. "Isn't he with someone important? Would it be weird if I just walked in?"

Barton just stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter.

She paused, then stepped into the restaurant. Surprisingly, Sherry was gone. Andrew sat alone by the window, the table cleared and reset with new dishware.

She approached, confused. "Where is Miss Howell?"

A server pulled out a chair for her. "Please, have a seat."

Debra sat, baffled.

Andrew didn't answer, just signaled for the server to bring food. Soon, the chef brought Debra's favorites to the table.

She was still lost. Andrew spoke. "You've been running around all night. Bet you haven't eaten. Dig in. No rush on the rest."

Debra was starving. Worried about his date, she'd skipped dinner.

The weather was cold, and the creamy mushroom soup looked tempting. She sipped a spoonful and warmed up.

"I saw you having dinner with Miss Howell. Don't try to fool me," she said jealously.

Andrew's time was precious. He wouldn't waste it on just anyone. Sherry couldn't just be a classmate.

"You came all the way here for that?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah!" Debra replied shyly but firmly.

She couldn't stomach the idea of Andrew caring more about another woman.

Andrew's face broke into a rare smile at her jealousy.