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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?”

My inhaler-it’s in

might your bag

Would you accompany me to retrieve

appearing feeble was transparent, her body Leaning toward Sanford

intercepted a waiter striding

stumbled into the waiter’s arms as Sanford

woman requires assistance. Accompany her

condition worsens, call an ambulance,”

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

expression darkened, her facade crumbling. She