After receiving Maeve's message, Andres had intended to meet her personally at the elevator.
When the doors slid open, he was greeted by two familiar faces.
Maeve and Nancy?
How did these two end up in the same elevator?
Andres wasn't the only one surprised.
Behind him, Murray and Hans were equally caught off guard by the scene.
Intuition told both men that things were about to get messy.
Nancy hadn't expected to see Andres waiting outside.
"Andres, are you here to pick me up?"
She stepped forward, only for him to completely look right through her as if she were thin air.
He reached out and naturally took Maeve's hand, his eyes filled with genuine, unfeigned affection.
"I know you're starving. I had the kitchen prepare lunch exactly how you like it."
Andres ignored Nancy entirely, treating Maeve like his most precious treasure right in front of her.
First, Maeve held an irreplaceable spot in his heart.
Second, he wanted to use this opportunity to send a clear message to Nancy: stop holding out hope.
Whatever was in their past was long over.
In fact, it had ended before it even truly began.
There was no need for Nancy to cling to some fleeting old connection, acting like she was some unforgettable first love who could dictate someone else's relationship and marriage.
When he first met Nancy, he hadn't known what love was.
By the time he finally understood it, he had already fallen deeply for Maeve.
When it came to romance, Andres had perfect clarity.
Since he had decided to spend the rest of his life holding Maeve's hand, he would never give another woman the slightest opening.
And so, Nancy could only watch helplessly as the man she cherished above all else led another woman out of the elevator right in front of her.
Maeve's expression remained perfectly neutral the entire time.
To be precise, she couldn't care less about whatever ambiguous history Andres and Nancy might have shared.
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