Just outside the cemetery.
Two cars were parked along the tree-lined road. The orange one had its door swung wide open. Mila sat inside, her face pale, clutching a travel mug as she took slow sips of warm water. Only after a long moment did she finally glare at Leonard, who stood outside by the door. “Seriously? You had to sneak out here in the middle of the night just to scare me?”
Honestly—did he not know how dangerous it was to startle people like that?
Was he out of his mind?
Leonard’s expression was unreadable, though there was a faint note of resignation in his voice. “Ma’am, you left home alone in the middle of the night, and came to this place. I was worried something might happen, so I followed you. I never intended to frighten you—”
“Don’t call me ma’am!” Mila snapped.
He paused. “…Chairman Sutherland.”
“Were you spying on me? Following me?” Mila’s voice went cold as realization dawned.
“I need to keep you safe at all times,” Leonard replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “And since you left Mr. Montgomery’s estate, I was always going to know.”
Safe. There it was again.
Always about her safety.
It was always the same excuse. Mila was sick of hearing it. After everything that had happened lately, her patience was wearing thin. She finally lost it. “That still doesn’t give you the right to stalk me! Stop following me. I’ll hire my own bodyguards!”
Leonard’s tone remained steady. “Chairman Sutherland, these are dangerous times. No one outside the Montgomery family can really be trusted right now.”
“Oh, I trust your precious Montgomery family, all right.” Mila’s voice was icy. “But you’re not the only one in it capable of protecting me.”
“I’m the most reliable.”
“Well, I don’t want you.”
The night wind rustled through the trees on either side of the road, making the leaves whisper in the darkness. Neither of them spoke. Mila sat inside the car, Leonard stood outside, and they just stared at each other, silent, both tense and unyielding. Finally, with her nerves shot from too many shocks over these past days, Mila erupted.
Leonard didn’t argue back.
He knew Mila hated him. He’d known it ever since that chaotic night eight years ago, when he’d locked her in a room on Lysander’s orders and ignored her desperate screams for help. He’d always known she would hate him for it.
He’d held out for a year. Now, her patience had run out.
But that didn’t change anything.
“Chairman Sutherland, no matter how much you despise me, no matter how you treat me, I just ask that you not be reckless about this,” Leonard said quietly. “Your safety is more important than anything. I can’t betray the trust Mr. Montgomery left me.”
“He’s dead! Dead!” Mila shouted, her voice cracking. “And I. Don’t. Need. You!”
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