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Chapter 292: The Best Punishment
Andrea crosses the room and fills a crystal glass with cold water. She holds it out to Andrew but he refuses to take it. He lays back on the sofa and stares up at her with an unreadable expression. I was so careful to fix my hair and reapply my makeup, there’s no way he can tell that I just slept with Lance, she thinks. But he’s staring at me like he knows something. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, puts the glass on the coffee table, and clears her throat. “You’re not going to like the truth,” she says, feeling guilty. “I was looking for my handbag and—” Andrew’s face goes white and he presses his hand to his chest. His eyes are wide and his pupils are huge and black. His skin looks shiny and waxy. His mouth opens as if he’s gasping for air, but no sound comes out. “Andrew, what’
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