102Andrea loosened the first two buttons of his shirt as he walked into his bedroom.The room was quiet and dimly lit, the soft golden light from the bedside lamp spreading across the expensive furniture.Normally, after a long day, he would head straight for a shower or open his laptop to continue working.But tonight was different.Tonight, his mind refused to settle.Because of her.Because of his long forgotten wife, Issabella, the one every one tagged “dead” meanwhile, she was freely moving around.Andrea exhaled slowly and sat at the edge of the bed, leaning forward with both elbows resting on his knees.Then suddenly, against his will, he smiled.That woman was unbelievable.The slap alone still shocked him.He touched his cheek lightly and laughed under his breath again.Nobody had ever dared to do that to him before.Nobody.Yet somehow, instead of making him angry, it only made him more interested in her.His mind replayed the entire scene again.Her furious face.Her fiery
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