Why Is He In Every Story I End Up In?

Two weeks later, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth as Leon and Emma stood in front of an old bungalow.

Emma stared at the house, her expression unreadable, though her hands clenched tightly at her sides. "This is it?" she asked, her voice low, almost hesitant.

Leon nodded, his gaze fixed on the house. "This is where your mother lives. I had it checked… she's been here for a while."

Emma turned to him, studying his face. After a pause, she asked, "Why are you helping me?"

Leon's jaw tightened slightly, his gaze never leaving the house. "Because you're my wife."

"Suddenly?" she shot back, her tone sharp. "You've called me Miss Whitmore all this time, Leon."

"Calling you Miss Whitmore didn't change the fact that you're my wife, Emma," he replied evenly. Finally turning to face her, his gaze softened, though his expression remained guarded. "It's just… I was awkward with how suddenly everything between us changed."