She rushed to explain to Gwyneth, and Gwyneth quickly understood.
That was the creep from earlier that night who’d tried to assault Leonie.
“Uncle—”
Leonie swallowed hard. The man sat in the front passenger seat, staring straight ahead.
“I—I promise I’ll never go out with strangers again.”
Leonie confessed before anyone could scold her.
The man stayed silent. Gwyneth, remembering the guy who’d been dumped into the other car, felt a chill run down her spine.
“Miss Langford, where are you from?”
The man finally spoke, and Gwyneth’s heart skipped a beat. Now it was her turn.
A stranger in an unfamiliar city, with no one to turn to—she couldn’t exactly call for help and give herself away.
“Starfall City,” she answered honestly.
For the first time, a flicker of something other than ice appeared on the man’s face.
“That’s several thousand miles away. Your family trusts you out here alone?”
Gwyneth tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, covering her nerves with the small gesture—the same way Leonie did.
Of course they didn’t trust her alone, which was why she kept her calls brief, sharing only good news and leaving out the rest.
Leonie clung affectionately to Gwyneth’s arm. “Uncle, don’t you agree it’s not safe for Gwyneth to be here by herself? I’ve already decided—she’ll stay at my place and keep me company. She loves hiking and camping too—”
Gwyneth glanced at Leonie’s hand on her arm. No wonder a sleazy thug had almost tricked her—Leonie was too trusting. They’d only known each other for a few hours, and already she was acting like they were lifelong friends.
“Still haven’t learned your lesson?”
The man finally shot Leonie a look in the rearview mirror.
Leonie stuck out her tongue and fell silent.
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