"Ms. Sloan, Callahan has a cold temperament. It can't be easy putting up with him." He offered a fake, sympathetic smile. "Relationships always have friction. If Callahan ever makes you unhappy, just come find me. I'll scold him for you."
Leilani wasn't stupid; she knew exactly what Talbot was doing. If she ever actually went to him, she'd just be handing him leverage to use against Callahan.
She smiled innocently, pretending not to catch the underlying malice. "You're joking, Mr. Langley. Callahan is very gentle with me."
She glanced up at Callahan adoringly. "Since we've been together, he's never once lost his temper with me. You watched him grow up, so you must know that underneath that tough exterior, he's actually a softie. Why would he ever make me angry?"
Leilani leaned closer to Callahan, projecting an image of pure sweetness and trust. "Right, Callahan?"
Callahan looked down at her, a flicker of amusement passing through his eyes. He nodded in cooperation. "Mhm."
Talbot realized neither of them was taking his bait. Leilani and Callahan were like a united front, impenetrable walls of steel that left his schemes nowhere to land.
Talbot's expression turned completely cold. He didn't say another word, turning on his heel and striding away.
Once the door clicked shut, Leilani couldn't help but laugh. "Did you see that? Your uncle's face turned black as coal."

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