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He chuckled. “What’s with the face?”

I blinked. “What?”

“You’re blushing.” His voice held a teasing lit, and I could practically hear the smirk behind it.

“Oh.” I raised a hand to my cheek, rubbing absently, only to feel the warmth spreading across my skin. My lips twisted into a small, guilty smile.

Leo’s eyes gleamed with amusement. There was something about the way he looked at me—steady, knowing—that made me uneasy. Not because I felt uncomfortable, but because I had spent so long misunderstanding him.

Why hadn’t I seen his loyalty from the start? Why had I assumed he wanted me for business, for something transactional? A pang of guilt settled in my chest.

“This place is…” I started, glancing around, searching for words.

He leaned back slightly, one arm draped over the chair. “Deserving of a heiress,” he finished smoothly. “I had a work break.”

A warm rush of gratitude filled me, but it was quickly dampened by a lingering thought. Cassie had mentioned something earlier—something about Ophelia storming into Leo’s office. My fingers curled slightly against the tablecloth.

Kill Lila!

I held my gun firm, my finger rounded on the trigger, I was high alert like someone under the influence of drug. I was storm.

Who dared invade my privacy? That person was on the thin line of passing to the underworld now, whatever he saw in my laptop would be his good company to hell.

But there was no one. My bathroom was void of life, just toiletries and a damn mirror that revealed my maddening gawk. My shoulder relaxed as I went to the water closet, opened it stupidly as if expecting someone hidden in there.

Nothing! Just clean toilet water. Maybe I was hearing things, maybe I didn't make my bed as I believed, maybe…just maybe…ugh, i'd forget about it. Noone entered my room. It was a delusion.

My hand was hanging down now, and my gun? Barely doing well at my grasp. I made a mental note to hide the gun in its place then retrieve my messages.

33. Loopholes. Ophelia pov