There was a table and chair for her to take a rest, but the night wasn’t as serene as one expected. Sometimes, a squeaky cry of a bird and the sight of a cat fleeting from out of nowhere pierced through the silent air.
Under such circumstances, a poor Sophia curled herself on the chair, hugging herself to retain her warmth.
One of the posh villas were Anastasia and Elliot’s matrimonial house. The exquisite yet minimalistic interior filled the place with a mixture of romantic and wholesome atmosphere.
Anastasia was still bathing when Elliot returned after settling some work. Listening to the running water, he smiled lightly while undoing the button’s on his shirt before opening the door to the shower.
Looking at the intruder, she dipped herself into the bathtub. “I’m not done yet!”
“Let’s shower together, sweetheart.”
“You’re going to say that we’re running out of water, aren’t you?” Anastasia chuckled.
“Nope. I thought I should give you a shoulder massage since it’s been a tiring day for you.” He approached closer with a sinister smile.
The night belonged to the lovers; the fire in them ignited ardently after having
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