58

In his room, Leon stood by the window, staring out with a blank expression. The cigarette in his hand had long gone out, but he didn’t bother to light another.

Qiara approached slowly, still in her tight red dress. “Leon,” her voice dripped with sweetness. She stood right behind him, letting her slender fingers touch his shoulder. “You’re not angry at me, are you?”

Leon remained unmoving, his face completely expressionless.

Qiara stepped even closer, wrapping her arms around Leon’s body from behind. “I’ve missed you so much. You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment,” she whispered as she tried to kiss his neck....