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 ...