She might’ve done it for Yanni, but the fact was that they had been married for a few years back then. They learned all about sex from each other and no one else. No amount of hatred could erase the sultry nights they spent exploring each other’s bodies.

The fact that they had sex again tonight was no help, either.

Standing by the bed, he remained quiet as he watched her putting on her clothes. She didn’t bother to do it elsewhere either. After all, he had seen all there was to see. She simply didn’t have to be embarrassed about it.

Just as she was about to leave, she saw that his collar was slightly crooked. Walking over, she fixed it out of habit. He caught her hands abruptly and fixed a profound gaze on her before asking her, “Is this how you straightened up his clothes as well?”

Who was he talking about?

She didn’t even have a chance to answer him before he released his grip and made a beeline to the elevator.

He must’ve misunderstood something.

Pondering on it, she knew