Partner Bed The Cassanova
Who's Clara?

Clara smiled obliquely, these few days she started successfully brainwashing Ziva. She was very sure that Ziva would be even more curious about her.

Although Ander rejected her many times but the woman remained unyielding to ravage the happiness of her former husband-to-be.

Little by little Clara will make Ziva misunderstand Ander, he will use the most powerful way. Because if it bothers Ander directly, of course he will find it difficult.

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There was no sign of her husband returning. Ziva chose to wait in the private room, the woman laid her tired body on the bed. While his mind was still drifting away with all the possibilities that were happening.

Is Clara a relative of Ander? Is Clara Ander's best friend? or is Clara Ander's affair?

Ziva shook his head. He could not bear to ask. Not caring about her husband's reaction later than Ziva is haunted by curiosity.

An hour passed, Ander came with his tired face. The man was looking for the whereabouts of the wife but apparently not Ander. Ander rushed into his private room, seeing Ziva lying on his back to the door.

Ander walked slowly to the bed, he opened the coat wrapped in his body and went to lie down with his wife. His hands were coiled, hugging Ziva from behind.

"I thought you were sleeping" Ander scolded as Ziva turned to him.

"It's over?" reply Ziva with a question.

"It's Zi, sorry to make you wait so long"

"It's okay, besides, there's someone asking me to talk"

"Who?" ask Ander curious.

"Claras. He came here to bring you your favorite cake to thank you for helping him yesterday"

Ander's face immediately turned sour, apparently the woman still did not understand her words the other day. And Ziva noticed the change in the look on her husband's face.

"An, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine" Ander replied inversely to his mood.

"Did you eat that cake? Ander asked back.

"No, I keep it on your desk, I don't even know what cake my husband's favorite is"

Ander rushed down from the bed, with a face that held back his annoyance and emotion the man picked up the paperbag on his desk and called someone on the phone.

"An, what do you want for the cake?"

"I'll give it to the pantry"

"Why? Don't you like that cake?"

"Zi, listen to me. Don't you ever come close to that woman and another, never believe her words"

"What is this An?"

"Please respect my ban" Ander replied. The man rushed to open the door when he heard the door being knocked, he actually gave the paper bag containing the cake to the head of the pantry.

"I went to the toilet first Zi"

Ziva looked at her husband's astonishment, instead of silence. The woman was getting curious. When her husband disappeared behind the closed toilet door. He also rushes out to meet Rey in his study.

Ziva knocks on Rey's door, when he hears a speech he dares to enter.

"Ziva, what are you doing here? It could be bad if Ander knew"

"Rey I wanted to ask you something. Please answer honestly" Ziva pinta before asking.

"Well, I'll answer if I know"

"I'm sure you know"

"What's that?"

"What is the relationship between Ander and Clara? Who's Clara?"

Finally the question escaped Ziva's lips, a question that was very difficult to get an answer.