Chapter 87

Rumors spread like wildfire, especially in circles like this."

Without even glancing up from the computer, Leo's voice remained calm but carried a sharp edge.

"Elizabeth is my MATE, and our bond runs far deeper than you could ever understand. I don't know who's feeding you lies to try and stir things up between us, but if you say something like that again, I'll have security drag you out." "Fine."

The woman's smile faltered for a split second, but she wasn't about to back down.

The defiance in her eyes was clear-she still didn't believe there was a man in this world she couldn't break.

Her eyes narrowing slightly as she picked up a cup from the table

With a deliberate motion, she took a long sip, leaving a vivid smear of lipstick on the rim.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she placed the cup back on the table and glanced at Leo with a feigned look of concern.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence.

"I forgot that this is your cup."

The implication was clear-she was testing boundaries, trying to see how far she could push.

It was a subtle but calculated move, designed to provoke a reaction.

She wanted to see how much Leo would tolerate, to gauge the depth of our relationship.

Leo's reaction was immediate and decisive.

He glanced at the cup, his brow furrowing in distaste as he saw the lipstick mark.

up, picking up the cup as

away," he said curtly, his tone

surprise, clearly not

reached out quickly, grabbing his arm

sorry," she stammered, her voice wavering slightly. "Let me take it. I'll go wash it

into the trash bin with a finality that echoed

decided to make my

softly, drawing the attention of both occupants in the

first, her eyes narrowing as she took in

was different as he looked

the room with quick strides, his expression a

for me, his strong arm wrapping protectively around my waist, pulling me close as if to shield me from the

his voice laced

what it looked like. I was just trying

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Chapter 87

him, my face calm

his eyes, the unspoken fear that

was used to these encounters-women like the one now glaring at

always assumed they could waltz in and seduce him, disregarding my

still evident as she

my voice steady. "I'm Elizabeth Martin, the person you were

and then her expression shifted

a good relationship," she remarked,

separated and are now

terms, ma'am," Leo

little tricks of yours. The choice of spokesperson was evaluated

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