The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 215

Now that she had confirmed the relationship with Callahan, she didn't actually feel nervous. At least, that was what she told herself.

But when she caught a glimpse of Callahan's gaze from across the table, her fingers paused slightly. The man's long fingers held his wine glass, his knuckles distinct. His eyes, however, were fixed on her—scrutinizing, or perhaps... waiting for her to look up.

Leilani pressed her lips together and finally raised her eyes. "...Is there something on my face?"

Callahan raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone casual. "No."

"Then what are you looking at?"

"Looking at my girlfriend. Is there a problem?"

Leilani nearly choked on her wine. Her ears felt warm, but she feigned composure and shot back, "You certainly adapt to new roles quickly, Mr. Langley."

The corner of Callahan's mouth hooked up imperceptibly. He put down his glass and suddenly reached out toward her.

Leilani instinctively leaned back, wary. "What are you doing?"

He paused, looking at her. "Why are you dodging?"

"...Reflex."

Callahan scoffed softly, but his fingers continued to approach until he gently wiped the corner of her mouth.

"Sauce." He retracted his hand, his tone calm.

Leilani froze for a moment, then realized what had happened. Annoyed, she grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth. She had actually thought he was going to...

Tsk, overthinking it!

Callahan watched the tips of her ears turn red, amusement in his eyes, but he deliberately asked, "What did you think I was going to do?"

Leilani kept a straight face. "I thought you were going to steal the meat off my plate."

Callahan stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and actually speared a piece of cut steak from her plate.

Leilani's eyes widened. "You're actually stealing it?"

Callahan deliberately put it in his mouth, chewed twice, and nodded in assessment. "Tastes good."

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