The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 339

Richard quickly pulled to the curb. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Callahan pushed the door open, stepped out with his long legs, and walked straight toward the café.

...

Inside the café.

Leilani was looking coldly at Milford, preparing to leave, when she suddenly felt a shadow loom over her. She turned her head instinctively.

She saw Callahan’s tall figure standing behind her, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"Callahan?" She paused, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Callahan didn't answer. His gaze swept indifferently over Milford across the table, his voice low. "What are you looking for Leilani for? Did you think bullying her at the wedding wasn't enough?"

Swept by his cold gaze, Milford’s back instantly stiffened, and his fingers unconsciously tightened around his coffee cup. The man’s presence was overpowering.

Sensing the tension, Leilani explained to Callahan. "He came to ask me about Yvonne. But we're done talking. I was just about to leave when you showed up."

Having explained things to Callahan, Leilani looked at Milford, her tone indifferent. "I've said all I need to say. You're on your own."

With that, she turned to leave.

Sometimes, the battle between men didn't require fists; a single look could convey everything.

As the two reached the door, Callahan suddenly reached out and grabbed Leilani’s wrist. His grip wasn't painful, but it was firm enough to prevent escape.

"The rain is heavy. Don't catch a cold."

His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an undeniable dominance.

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