The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 76

Leilani changed out of her casual wear into a beige knit sweater and light denim jeans, her hair falling in lazy curls over her shoulders. She put on a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, masking the sharpness in her eyes and softening her entire demeanor. When she stepped out of the hotel, the weather was perfect.

The capital of Zamora was bustling. Leilani wandered aimlessly, browsing magazines at street-side kiosks and trying on accessories. She even stopped at an outdoor café for a hot latte, watching a group of young girls take photos nearby. A faint smile touched her lips.

She strolled to a nearby plaza where white doves fluttered lazily in the sun. Buying a bag of feed, she sat on a bench by the fountain and scattered grain. The birds gathered, some bold enough to hop onto her knee. She chuckled, tapping a dove gently on the head.

However, just as she was zoning out, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility, a tall figure emerged from the street corner and walked straight toward her.

The man wore a black trench coat, his features chiseled and cold, radiating an overpowering presence.

Leilani’s finger froze.

Callahan?

Why was he here?

She instinctively lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously tracing the rim of her coffee cup, her heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably.

Just then, the tall figure stopped in front of her.

"Leilani?" His low voice held a trace of surprise.

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