The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 646

He took her hand, their fingers intertwining. “So, does this mean we’ve made up?”

Leilani hummed softly. “For now. The rest depends on your performance.”

Callahan’s gaze darkened slightly. He pulled her closer, his other hand wrapping around her waist.

“Is this… good enough for you?”

His warm breath caressed her lips, so close she could feel the heat. Leilani instinctively held her breath, her fingertips curling. “Callahan, we’re right in front of the elevator…”

What if someone came out?

“I know,” Callahan murmured, not moving an inch. “So?”

Leilani was speechless.

Just as she was about to say something, the elevator chimed. A neighbor stepped out, walking a dog, and coughed awkwardly at the sight of their intimate pose.

“Uh, good evening…”

Leilani instantly pushed Callahan away, her ears turning bright red. “…Good evening.”

Callahan, however, remained perfectly composed and even nodded at the man.

Once the neighbor was gone, Leilani shot him a glare. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Callahan raised an eyebrow. “Did what on purpose?”

Leilani didn't have the energy to argue with him. She turned and pressed the elevator button instead.

Callahan followed her, a hint of laughter in his voice. “Dr. Sloan, your ears are red.”

Her hand trembled, almost hitting the wrong floor button. “…Shut up.”

When they reached her floor, Callahan wrapped his arms around her from behind, reluctant to let go. Since they were right at her door and her building had private elevator access for each unit, she knew no other neighbors would see them, so she didn't protest.

“Leilani,” Callahan whispered.

“What?”

“Get out!” she snapped, kicking at him, annoyed by his smug grin.

Callahan dodged it easily, chuckling. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Leilani watched his figure disappear, an unconscious smile gracing her lips.

Meanwhile, Tamara had returned to the Sherwood estate. Unlike before, she was no longer under house arrest and had much more freedom to move about.

A fine rain pattered against the windowpanes. The greenery in the courtyard glistened, washed clean by the downpour. Water droplets slid from the leaves, darkening the stone path below.

Tamara sat by the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window, cradling a glass of warm milk as she gazed quietly into the garden. It had been two weeks since she’d left the Sloan residence and returned to the Sherwoods'.

Compared to the initial house arrest after her marriage, her movements were far less restricted now. She could walk freely within the mansion and even go for occasional walks outside accompanied by a maid.

But despite this, Gloria and Milford remained cold and distant.