The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 259

Leilani accompanied Callahan to his door, assuming he still had packing to do, and was intending to take the elevator back to her own place. But Callahan suddenly scooped her up into his arms.

Leilani let out a startled cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

“Where are you trying to run off to so fast? Didn’t we agree to have dinner together?”

Callahan took out his keys to open the door. He carried her toward the dining room, his tone matter-of-fact. “We went on a date together. The date isn’t complete without eating together.”

“Then put me down!”

“No.”

“Callahan!”

“I’m listening.”

Callahan placed Leilani on a chair at the dining table and turned into the kitchen.

Leilani sat there, watching as he skillfully put on an apron and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his defined forearms. She felt a moment of daze.

Callahan could cook? In her impression, a privileged heir like Callahan shouldn't even know how to enter a kitchen.

Callahan seemed to sense her gaze and glanced back at her. “What, don’t believe I can cook?”

Leilani cleared her throat, pretending to be calm. “Just a little surprised.”

Callahan chuckled low. He took ingredients out of the refrigerator and began processing them with practiced movements.

“I learned when I was studying abroad.”

“The food there didn’t suit your taste?” Leilani asked curiously.

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