Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Elisa was also relieved to know that Savannah had nothing with Andrew.

"That's what I told him," Savannah shrugged her shoulders, "I said you didn't even have a boyfriend, how would you kiss a man in public? But he insisted that the woman was you. You looked exactly alike."

Exactly alike...

As if Elisa suddenly remembered, she looked at Savannah and slightly opened her mouth.

"You didn't go to a bar on Christmas eve two years ago, did you?" Savannah knew there must be some misunderstanding between them.

"Well," Elisa murmured, "If Andrew met a girl who looked exactly like me..."

There was only one possibility.

* * *

Andrew was picking up his luggage when he heard a loud knock on the door. He went over, pulled the door open, and saw Savannah, panting, standing in front of him.

"Come out with me," she said, her breath catching in her throat.

Andrew frowned. "Sorry, I'm not interested in meeting her right now. By the way, I'm flying home tomorrow afternoon, and I'll never come to Italy again. I'm sorry to trouble you these days..."

Savannah was too tired to explain to him. She grabbed his arm, pulling him outward.

Andrew, as he followed her steps, said helplessly, "what are you doing? You have a crush on me and want to elope with me?"

"Shut up! No nonsense, or I'll let my grandfather tell your father that you're doing drugs and promiscuity in Italy!"

"You can't be so cruel!" Andrew gasped.

His father would shut him in the house for at least half a month if he believed Savannah's words!

He couldn't bear to be confined at home for two days!

Savannah pulled Andrew out of the hotel and into a rented taxi.

The taxi sped away from the hotel, and within ten minutes, they stopped at a bar.

It was a night bar, and there were few guests now, but it would become a noisy, wild world at night.

Andrew's face changed slightly when he got out of the car and saw the bar.

This was where, on Christmas Eve, two years ago, he found Elisa.

He was about to leave when Savannah grabbed him and said, "Here we are. Why don't you come in with me first?"

"She chose to meet me here?" Did she mean to piss him off? At the sight of the bar, he could not help but think of the scene when Elisa was kissing and hugging an Italian fat man, and they had sex after he left!

"Anyway, you'll see when you get in." Savannah pulled him to the door.

"I won't go. I can't see her. I feel sick when I get here." Andrew threw off Savannah's hand, turning to leave.

"Andrew!" Savannah cried suddenly, "I've been fighting with my man because of you and Elisa, and you're still here hesitating with everything. If you don't go in today, are you worthy of my effort? If my man ran away because of you, will you give me compensation?"

She lifted her voice so that the whole street could hear her.

The passersby all gaped, staring at the furious little woman.

Andrew paused and turned at Savannah, who had been trying to take him apart.

"Fine, okay! I'll only give you five minutes!" He sighed, walking to the bar.

Savannah followed him into the bar with relief.

The bar was quiet and dark because it wasn't open yet.

The dance floor was empty and silent.

Andrew felt uncomfortable as soon as he came in.

"Come on," Savannah shouted at a corner table.

A slender figure stood up and came towards Savannah and Andrew.

Andrew then noticed that there was a girl over there. He didn't see her because of the backlit.

The girl walked closer, chewing gum, one hand in her pocket.

Andrew's pupils constricted.

It was Elisa.

Yes. It was her.

But today's "Elisa" was not what she looked like in school. She was the same as what he had seen on Christmas eve two years before.

She came to them on a pair of 8cm lambskin high-heel shoes. She was wearing a leopard-print camisole and hot pants, sexy and lazy. Her chestnut waves down her shoulders were a glorious mess. Her enameled nails matched her bright red lips.

She was charming and fashionable.

Her natural beauty, as well as the freaking hot dress, could make every man crazy.

What did that mean?

Andrew didn't understand why she had to appear in front of him in such a way, but he felt his anger rising. If Savannah had not been beside him, he would have turned away immediately. He restrained his temper, frowning without a word.

"Hi. We meet again." "Elisa," smiled him lazily.

"What are you up to? " Andrew looked at her coldly.

"Elisa" was not embarrassed or annoyed by his indifference. She gave Savannah a half-smile and a shrug.

"Is this the western man who chased my sister from the US to Italy? Oh, he isn't quite a gentleman, is he? Luckily, he's not my cup of tea. If I compete with Elisa, my poor sister will be no match for me." The girl giggled.

"Sister? What do you mean?" Andrew stood there, dumbfounded.

"This lady is Angelica Romano." Savannah looked at Andrew.

"You can call me Ann." The girl gave a gentle laugh.

The girl was not only identical to Elisa, but also Romano...

"You and Elisa are twins?" Andrew gasped.

Ann nodded.

"I heard about you and Elisa from Miss Schultz. Two years ago, on Christmas Eve, you saw me in this bar. Oh, I still remember you. You ran over and pulled me out of my boyfriend's arms, let me go with you, and scolded me for being a woman of pleasure. I just didn't think you were thinking of me as my sister."

Andrew froze.

"That's impossible. I've investigated her. She grew up with her father, an archaeologist, and she had no sister."

Ann shrugged.

"Have you ever checked why Elisa was brought up by only a father? My parents divorced when Elisa was only a baby. I was taken away by our mother, and Elisa followed our father. Later, my mother left Italy and remarried. Elisa and I had never met each other since our childhood. I just got back to Italy years ago."