The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 340

"Yeah, that's right. I'm jealous. I just didn't want to see you sitting with Milford."

Leilani’s heart skipped a beat. She didn't know if she was looking at the world through rose-colored glasses, but she actually found Callahan’s jealousy and pettiness... a little cute?

Seeing him like this, she couldn't resist teasing him further. "So, next time I discuss business with someone, do I have to report to you in advance?"

Callahan’s eyes darkened. He suddenly lowered his head and whispered in her ear. "If you don't find it troublesome, I would certainly appreciate that."

His warm breath brushed against her ear. Leilani’s ears burned, and she instantly shut her mouth.

The rain had lightened as they spoke, but the chill in the air remained.

Milford stood at the entrance of the café, watching Callahan lead Leilani toward the black Maybach. The man’s tall back was as straight as a pine, his every move exuding the power and composure of someone in charge.

Milford felt a tightness in his chest and chased after them as if possessed.

"Mr. Langley."

His voice sounded abrupt in the rain.

Callahan paused and turned slowly, his eyes as dark as ink, bottomless.

Leilani also looked back, frowning slightly.

Milford took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in his heart, and looked straight at Callahan. "Can I have a word with you alone?"

The air instantly stagnated.

Callahan’s eyes dimmed. He didn't speak, but the fingers on Leilani’s shoulder tightened slightly.

Sensing his displeasure, Leilani gently patted the back of his hand. "I'll wait for you in the car."

Callahan took a step forward, the pressure around him dropping to freezing point. "The Sherwoods couldn't even protect their own daughter, and now you have the leisure to worry about someone else?"

Milford felt as if he had been punched in the chest. He clenched his fists tight. "I..."

This act of seemingly caring for Leilani, while actually staking a claim on their past intimacy, made Callahan’s hands itch to hit him. If Milford were sincere, and truly admitted his faults, Callahan might have respected him a little. But clearly, Milford was not. He was a spineless, fickle waste of space who couldn't see the truth.

Callahan felt there was nothing left to say to him; continuing would only be annoying and disgusting. So, he coldly cut off whatever Milford intended to say next. His eyes were sharp as blades as he looked at Milford and spoke, emphasizing every word. "I don't have time to listen to your worthless, emotionless, sour, and hypocritical speeches. I have one last warning for you! Stay away from Leilani!"

Milford’s breath hitched, feeling as if an invisible blade had pierced his heart.

Yes, what right did he have? A failure who couldn't even protect his sister—what right did he have to posture here?

He stepped back in defeat, his voice hoarse. "...I understand."