That night, Viviana didn't want to sleep with Leander. Why would she sleep with a guy who wants to break her heart?
But she had no other options. The guest bedrooms were out of order. She cooked dinner for him though. She wanted to walk away seeing the smirk on his face. He didn't even look the least bit worried or sad. How can he not know how much he was hurting her?
"Barnabas is still alive," he said.
"What?" Viviana couldn't believe that. "How?" She was sure she saw him dead.
"Barely…" Leander said. "He spat a lot and the poison was meant for you. He's double the bodyweight than you and half the dose was not enough to kill him. He was unconscious and woke up an hour ago."
Viviana hummed. What a strong lifeline that guy has! Even drinking poison didn't kill him. He must be one lucky guy.
Leander watched her eating for some time. "Sharks or alligators?" he asked as she was about to finish her dinner.
