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Sanford extricated himself from the woman’s grip on his clothes and proceeded to straighten his attire.

With a coy blink, Yana pulled down her collar, exposing more of herself. “Thank you for saving me.”

Sanford cast a sidelong glance at her, his departure as nonchalant as a passing breeze.

Seizing his hand, Yana clutched her chest, her voice wavering. “I…I’m unwell.”

Beneath his affable facade, Sanford harbored a fiery temper, his playboy exterior contrasting with his true nature.

Summoning his patience, he queried, “What ails you?”

asthmatic. My inhaler-it’s in my

where might your bag be?” Sanford

room. Would you accompany me to

feeble was transparent, her body Leaning toward Sanford as if seeking

Sanford intercepted a waiter striding

the waiter’s

woman requires assistance. Accompany her to fetch

an ambulance,” Sanford

now burdened with Yana, questioned, “Where is your private

expression darkened, her facade crumbling. She pushed him