“Mrs. Foley, Mr. Foley is back.” “Really?” Stella Yates stopped working on her draft. Her eyes shone as she pulled aside the curtain in front of her. A Cullinan drove into the villa. She looked over and saw the man sitting inside the car. He had chiseled features and narrow eyes, and there was a regal poise to his movements. Stella’s heart began thumping. When she thought about what they would do now that he was back, she started blushing. Every kiss she had had him was always long and passionate. She began to feel nervous and shy. At that moment, the bedroom door opened, and a well-dressed man walked in.
