The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 89

“Have a pleasant flight.”

“Thank you.” Leilani took the water, her breathing steady as if the sprint just now hadn’t happened.

Only after sitting in her seat and fastening her seatbelt did Leilani close her eyes briefly. The scene in the stall surfaced in her mind uncontrollably. The man’s hot breath, the hand gripping her waist, and those thin lips almost touching her neck...

Leilani snapped her eyes open, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the water bottle.

It was just an act. She reminded herself coldly. The situation was urgent, and Callahan did that to mislead the thugs. Now that the danger was over, there was no need for her to dwell on it.

Taking a deep breath, Leilani’s expression returned to calm, as if that moment of unnaturalness had never existed.

The plane taxied slowly, and outside the window, the morning light of Zamora grew brighter. Leilani put on an eye mask and leaned back. Her breathing gradually steadied.

...

Just as Leilani disappeared from the boarding gate, hurried footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.

“Mr. Langley!” His assistant arrived with several bodyguards, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. “Are you alright?”

Callahan withdrew his gaze, his expression returning to its cold demeanor. “I’m fine, just a graze. Is it clear who attacked us?”

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