The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 598

"Why didn't you turn the lights on?" he asked, keeping his voice soft.

Leilani slowly lifted her head. Her gaze was eerily calm, yet a flicker of an emotion he couldn't quite decipher lay hidden in the depths of her eyes.

"You're back?" she asked softly. Her tone gave away neither joy nor anger.

Completely unaware that Leilani had misunderstood his actions, Callahan assumed she had just encountered something upsetting at work. He shrugged off his coat, walked over to sit beside her, and reached out to caress her cheek.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so pale? Did something happen at work today?"

Callahan leaned in, intending to pull her into a comforting embrace, but Leilani turned her head slightly to evade his touch.

Startled, Callahan paused. "What is it?"

Leilani subtly shifted away to put some distance between them, her fingertips absently tracing the rim of the water glass. "Nothing. I'm just a little tired."

Her tone was flat, but Callahan sharply sensed that she was angry. Or rather, she was fiercely suppressing something. Realizing that she must have run into a serious issue today, he withdrew his hand, his brow furrowing.

"Did those people from the Sloan family come looking for trouble again? Or did something else happen today? Did someone bully you?"

"No."

Callahan frowned deeper, carefully studying her expression. "Then why do you look so unhappy?"

Leilani raised her eyes and looked him dead in the face. "What did you do today?"

"I was working at the office," Callahan replied, his expression entirely natural. "I had a few meetings and went through some paperwork."

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