The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 641

Although Callahan didn't say anything, Lennox couldn't shake the feeling that his boss was subtly poking fun at him. But when the boss gave an order, who was he to refuse?

Lennox fell silent, turning to leave. As he went, he couldn't resist a glance back. His boss was staring at the pile of takeout containers, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. Lennox was thoroughly confused.

Once the office door clicked shut, Callahan walked over to his desk and opened one of the containers, a wave of satisfaction washing over him when he saw it was filled with his favorite dishes. Leilani still remembered what he liked to eat.

Eighteen containers. The exact same number he had ordered for her yesterday. Was this her way of responding to him? Was she not angry anymore?

A low chuckle escaped him, his mood inexplicably lifting.

Meanwhile, at the Pure-Spring Clinic, Leilani was organizing herbs when her phone buzzed.

[Callahan: Thanks for the takeout. I loved it.]

She glanced at the message and didn't reply, but the corners of her lips tilted upward.

Judie, sneaking a peek from the side, knew that expression had everything to do with Callahan. It seemed their cold war was finally over.

Judie couldn't help but snicker. "Tsk, tsk. Someone's acting all cold on the outside, but they're a real softie on the inside, aren't they?"

The downpour intensified, and the water formed streams on the pavement that reflected the hazy yellow glow of the streetlights. Leilani sighed in frustration. Of all the days. She had left her umbrella in the car, but with the rain coming down this hard, she'd be soaked by the time she reached the parking lot.

She pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and was about to make a run for it when a familiar black sedan in the distance caught her eye. The window was halfway down, revealing Callahan's sharp profile. He was sitting quietly in the driver's seat, his gaze fixed on her, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Leilani froze, her heart inexplicably starting to race. What was Callahan doing here? Was it a coincidence, or... had he come specifically to pick her up?

Raindrops clung to her eyelashes, blurring her vision. She stood rooted to the spot, unsure whether she should approach him.

But Callahan had already pushed his door open and was walking toward her, holding a black umbrella. The world was filled with the roar of the rain, yet in that moment, everything felt strangely silent.