Andrea Tan’s nails dug into her palms so hard she felt skin break. “You remember how she sleeps,” she said quietly, venom wrapped in silk, “but not how I love my decor.”
Daniel didn’t respond.
He just lifted the coffee mug, the same one he’d dismissed as cold and took a slow sip.
As if her words didn’t deserve air.
Andrea’s stomach tightened, but she forced a faint smirk to disappear and replaced it with a wounded expression. Her lips trembled slightly. A performance.
Daniel noticed the shift. His eyes flicked toward her and there was something off.
An unease behind her smile that didn’t belong but before he could dissect it, she stepped closer.
Her fingers slid slowly across his chest, tracing the open collar of his shirt in a seductive glide.
“You work too hard,” she murmured.
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