As Ophelia's words hung in the air, Leonard's expression softened, a sense of relief washing over him at her understanding response.
"I…thought you were mad at me," he said with a hint of relief in his face.
"What? Why would I get mad?" she asked in confusion.
Leonard's expression softened. "Because I did something you don't like."
Ophelia blinked her eyes as she processed Leonard's words and finally realized what he meant.
Is he scared that I was mad about how he kicked Liam out of the room?
Ophelia couldn't help but feel a rush of affection towards Leonard as she realized the depth of his concern for her feelings.
Gently, she reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her touch light yet comforting. "Leonard, I understand that you were just trying to ensure my comfort and well-being," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "And I appreciate your intentions, even if your methods were a bit... unconventional."