Her husband, Derek Vaisil, who had a funeral four days ago, suddenly came back to life. But this man was so different from before he died!
“I’m hungry, wife.”
From regularly turning up in the dining room that he had always avoided,
“How about we use the same bedroom?”
To a furtive suggestion of combining their bedrooms that they had always been using separately.
What in the world happened to this man?
“You always give off this delicious smell…………. but how can I bear with it?”
Right now, at this moment, Judith felt like he was a cruel predator who would completely devour her from head to toe easily.
“You, uh, what the hell are you?”
He, who tormented her as he repeatedly sucked on her soft earlobe and put his tongue inside her ear, chuckled.
“What am I?”
Derrick kissed her chin and whispered languidly.
“I am your husband, Judith.”
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