The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 663

Callahan pinched her nose. “If I told you, it wouldn’t have been a surprise, would it?”

Leilani huffed, a little annoyed. “You didn’t have to tell me directly, but you could have hinted at it. We had a huge misunderstanding because of it. And… when you explained a few days ago, you didn't say it was a proposal. You said you were preparing a ‘birthday surprise.’”

He had lied to her twice, without even blinking.

Callahan looked completely innocent. “I wasn’t wrong.” He leaned in, whispering in her ear, “I never lied to you. I said I was meeting with a surprise planner. Isn’t a proposal a kind of ‘surprise’?”

His warm breath tickled her ear, and Leilani’s face flushed as she pushed him away. “Are you playing word games with me, Callahan?”

Callahan flashed a roguish grin and took her hand. “It’s called the art of language.”

Leilani glared at him but couldn’t help but smile too. “Do you have any idea? I almost thought you…”

She trailed off, but Callahan understood what she meant. His smile faded, and he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry I made you sad.”

Leilani shook her head and leaned back into his embrace. “It’s fine. I’ll forgive you, seeing as you did a decent job today.”

Callahan chuckled, the vibration of his chest rumbling against her. “Just ‘decent’?”

Leilani looked up at him and said deliberately, “Mm, so-so.”

Callahan’s eyes narrowed. He suddenly grabbed her waist, leaning in closer. “Then it seems I’ll have to try a little harder.”

Leilani laughed and pushed against him. “Stop messing around…” Her words were cut off as his lips captured hers.

…

Leilani shook her head. “No.”

Callahan chuckled and squeezed her hand. “Then why do you keep looking at your ring?”

Leilani coughed lightly and pulled her hand back. “…I’m just not used to it yet.”

He didn't call her out, simply taking her hand again and lacing their fingers together. “Let’s go. They’re waiting.”

…

In the dining room, Dante was chatting with Letty when the main door opened. Callahan walked in, holding Leilani’s hand. The glow of the setting sun enveloped them, outlining their slender figures. Callahan was dressed in a sharply tailored black suit that highlighted his broad shoulders and long legs, his deep-set eyes and confident posture radiating a calm, steady presence.