Chapter 164

• The villa usually stands empty. The French windows in the living room were half-open, letting the afternoon sunlight stream in, casting a warm glow. It illuminated Andrew's chiseled features vividly, while Isabella, chin slightly raised, stared at him, inexplicably thinking of the phrase 'captivating charm.'
• At that moment, their bodies were tightly pressed together. He lowered his head slightly, the distance between his thin lips and hers less than a centimeter.
• "Missed me?" He asked gently.