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It was almost ten in the morning, yet Leon was still sitting comfortably on the sofa as if the apartment were his own home. Giselle had chased him away three times already, but the man pretended not to hear.

“Leon, go home. Now,” Giselle said with her hands on her hips.

Leon only looked at Gesha, who was lying on her stomach on the floor with a sketchbook. “I’m watching her draw horses again.”

“She can draw without you being here,” Giselle hissed.

Leon turned to her with a nonchalant expression. “I like watching.”

“Leon!”

“Yes?”

Giselle snorted, almost throwing a pillow at the man’s head.

Meanwhile, Gesha was...