At the time, Leilani had mentally remarked on the coincidence of running into Callahan abroad. Turns out, there was a reason for it all.
Surprised by this string of coincidences, Leilani continued to explain. "Later, your grandpa mistook me for Paulina's granddaughter and kept trying to set us up. I wanted to explain, but I had just gotten out of prison then... I didn't want to tell anyone I was from the Sloan family, so I just let him misunderstand. I wanted to explain later, but I never found the right opportunity."
"And!" Leilani paused, her voice becoming louder and firmer. "At that time, I had no idea you were his grandson."
Callahan's eyes darkened slightly. "But later, when you knew, why didn't you say anything?"
Leilani fell silent for a moment, then laughed self-deprecatingly. "Say what? Just tell you straight out, 'I am the blind date your grandfather arranged for you'?"
How could someone who had been to prison be worthy of the head of the Langley Group? Leilani knew very well how wide the gap between her and Callahan was.
She looked up at him, a trace of stubbornness in her eyes. "Besides, we didn't really have a relationship to begin with. There was no need to go out of my way to explain."
Callahan's gaze turned cold. He suddenly took a step forward, closing the distance between them again.
"No relationship?" His voice was husky, carrying a dangerous edge. "Leilani, are you sure?"
Leilani's heart rate spiked. Her back was pressed tight against the door panel; there was nowhere left to retreat. She forced herself to remain calm. "Otherwise? Aren't we just doctor and patient?"
Callahan suddenly chuckled low, though the humor didn't reach his eyes. He leaned down slowly, his presence looming. "Then why... did you ask Judie that question just now?"

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