The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 88

Just then, Callahan lowered his head, his thin lips close to her ear, his voice pressed extremely low. “Don’t be afraid. Play along.”

Before she could react, Callahan clamped one hand around her waist and propped the other by her ear, enveloping her completely.

“You!” Leilani started to speak, but Callahan leaned down, his lips almost touching the side of her neck. His hot breath sprayed on her skin, provoking a subtle shiver.

“Shh.” His voice was husky, carrying a suggestive undertone. “They’re watching.”

Through the gap under the stall door, they could clearly see a pair of black leather boots stop.

Leilani understood instantly. She quietly put away the silver needles and instead wrapped her arms around Callahan’s neck. Her fingertips lightly brushed the back of his neck, and she deliberately softened her voice, faking intimacy, “Be gentle.”

Callahan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes darkening.

Outside, the thug listened suspiciously to the movement inside and was about to kick the door when his companion scoffed and pulled him back, whispering in his ear. “Don’t bother. You know what kind of person Callahan is. He avoids women; how could he be hooking up in a toilet?”

It was clearly just an impatient couple finding a place to get it on.

“True,” the man spat. “Let’s look elsewhere!”

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Inside the stall, the air seemed to solidify. Leilani quickly let go and stepped back to create distance, her expression returning to calm. “They’re gone.”

Callahan straightened up, slowly adjusting his cuffs, but his eyes held a look of amusement. “Your reaction was fast...”

Leilani didn’t reply. After listening to ensure it was safe outside, she pushed open the stall door. “Leave now, while we can.”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify