“Did you really expect your romance to help you get hold of my apartment?” I asked my husband in disbelief.
“Did you really think your romance would help you get hold of my apartment?” I asked my husband in astonishment. “Natash, don’t be childish,” Lesha’s voice trembled, though he tried to keep his tone gentle. “It’s just a signature. A formality. We’re family.” Natasha stood by the window, holding a mug of cold tea. Below … Read more