The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 314

While Callahan and Fitch exchanged pleasantries, Milford stood behind his father, his gaze instinctively landing on Leilani. Seeing her unharmed, his tense expression relaxed slightly. But when his eyes shifted to see her standing with Callahan, he froze.

Leilani and Callahan? When did Leilani get so close to him? What was their relationship?

He saw Leilani's hand firmly held in Callahan's. Their temperaments seemed to match perfectly, and even their silhouettes exuded a chemistry that felt impenetrable to outsiders. His chest felt inexplicably tight, as if something was lodged in his throat—unable to be swallowed or spat out.

Milford clenched his fists, his mind uncontrollably replaying the look Leilani used to give him. Calm, yet filled with loathing.

But now, standing beside Callahan, her trust and relaxation were unmistakable. He had never seen that expression on Leilani's face before.

Milford tightened his fists unconsciously. Though his face remained calm, a storm was raging inside him.

"Mr. Langley, I recall the Sherwood family didn't send you an invitation. May I ask the reason for your presence?" Milford spoke, his tone calm but laced with probing curiosity. He harbored a petty, unspoken hope, simultaneously anticipating and dreading Callahan's answer.

This time, Callahan didn't need to speak. Leilani squeezed his hand back, using the action to directly prove the nature of their relationship.

Callahan's brow lifted slightly. The look he gave Leilani was delighted and affectionate.

Everyone noticed Leilani's gesture. There was a tacit understanding between them that no one else could access. They looked incredibly intimate and well-matched. Without a word, their actions revealed everything.

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