It had been a week since the incident in Henry's study room where Andrea had teased Henry, leaving him speechless.
And in that week, everything had changed, Henry was never home.
Andrea would wake up to find his coffee mug already washed and sitting in the dish rack. She'd always come downstairs to an empty penthouse just the faint scent of his cologne that showed he'd been there at all.
At night, she'd try to stay awake, telling herself she just wanted to grab some water or check her emails. But really, she was waiting to hear the elevator doors open or hear his footsteps in the hallway, but she always fell asleep before he came home.
At work, it was worse. Henry barely looked at her. And when he did speak to her, his tone was clipped, professional and distant. Like she was some new a
