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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!

By the end of the second week, Mason was awaiting trial. His lawyer was set to defend him, but I had gathered enough evidence to ensure he wouldn't walk free. This time, justice was on my side.

Mario convinced me to visit Mason at the police station, insisting that facing him one last time might bring closure. I wasn't sure if I needed that, but I agreed. My injuries hadn't fully healed—I was still limping, relying on a cane for support—but that wasn't going to stop me.

Lila, however, had other thoughts.

"Where are you going?" she asked from behind me as I carefully descended the stairs. Her voice was tight with concern.

"To the police station," I said, pausing momentarily as Mario carried my suitcase.

Lila's expression hardened. "No, you haven't healed yet. Please don't do anything reckless."

The Prisoner. Leo pov