The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 834

Growing up, Leilani rarely had elders fuss over her. Dante's gentle nagging didn't annoy her in the slightest; it made her feel incredibly cherished.

"You can be as grown-up as you want, but to me, you're still my grandson and you need someone looking out for you," Dante said, shooting Callahan a fond but exasperated look.

Callahan quietly poured a glass of water and set it near Leilani's plate. Then, as if suddenly remembering, he asked, casually.

"How have you been sleeping lately, Grandpa?"

"Have you kept up with that pressure-point therapy Leilani showed you last time? Are you still having trouble falling asleep?"

As he got older, Dante had struggled with restless nights and vivid, exhausting dreams.

During their last family dinner, Callahan had mentioned it, and Leilani had immediately shown him some targeted massage techniques that stimulated relaxation and improved sleep quality.

"Much better! So much better,"

Dante said, nodding enthusiastically. A proud smile spread across his face. "I've been using the routine Leilani taught me. I have Jarvis help me with the stretches right before bed, and I've been sleeping like a rock."

Getting a good night's sleep had noticeably improved his energy. Even his old friends had commented on how well-rested he looked when they came over to chat.

Dante had practically gloated, bragging that it was all thanks to his future granddaughter-in-law. It had made his friends thoroughly jealous.

Thinking about it, Dante looked at Leilani with absolute approval. "You really know your stuff, sweetheart. You're patient and practical. Way better than those private doctors who just want to throw sleeping pills at me."

The best part, in Dante's eyes, was that this brilliant woman was part of their family.

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