018It was morning already, Isabella lay on the bed, she was awake, but staring at the ceiling, her hand resting protectively on her stomach, it was more like a habit .Last night, if Andrea hadn't caught her red handed, she would have been far away from this hell of a mansion, this place nolonger feels like home to her.The door opened quietly, and Andrea stepped in.What does he want this time?He was carrying a small tray, which was carefully balanced in his hands. On it were a cup of tea, a sandwich, and a small bowl of fruit.“I made this for you,” he said, placing it gently on the bedside table. Is this some kind of joke or is she dreaming? If so, somebody please wake me up.“You… you did this?” she whispered, her voice shaky.Andrea nodded slowly, as if knowing what was in her mind. He lowered himself onto the edge of the bed without touching her, keeping a respectful distance.How thoughtful of him, Isabella thought, but yet, he's just too proud to apologize for last night.“Y
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