The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 78

No matter how composed and independent Leilani was, she was still a young woman alone in a strange country. Callahan wasn't so lacking in chivalry that he wouldn't see his dinner guest home.

Leilani, however, shook her head. "No need. I have some things to do."

"Work? This late?"

"No, just shopping. I rarely come abroad; I should visit the malls. Don't worry about me, Mr. Langley."

Their relationship wasn't close enough for shopping together. Leilani's words were a polite rejection of his escort.

Callahan didn't press her. "Alright then. Stay safe."

Leilani nodded and turned to leave, her figure quickly blending into the night. She walked briskly, only slowing down once she was sure Callahan wasn't following. She couldn't let him know where she was staying, or her cover as 'Dr. L' might be blown.

Callahan had property in Zamora, so unlike Leilani, he wasn't staying in a hotel. He returned to his own estate. Standing by the window of his study, smoke swirling from his cigarette, his eyes were dark.

Leilani's presence was too coincidental. The first time he met her, she was being bullied by those two wastrel brothers of the Sloan family. She wore cheap clothes and looked cold, but showed no fear. He had helped her on a whim, thinking she was just an unfavored adopted daughter. But then...

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