"It's good if nothing's wrong," Leslie nodded gently, not pressing the matter further.
She couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had occurred, something Owen wasn't telling her. But since he chose not to speak of it, she trusted him. Owen always maintained an outward calm, and if he didn't share, there had to be a reason. She resolved to quietly observe and deduce the truth through his actions and expressions. Owen, after all, was always at ease around her.
Taking his hand, Leslie gave him a warm, genuine smile.
The more tender Leslie was, the more Owen felt an ache in his heart. The thought of her plunging into a state of darkness—a place where her vibrant, beating heart would cease to exist—pained him deeply.
Sensing a fleeting shadow of sorrow in Owen's demeanor, Leslie grew even more puzzled. Owen had always exuded confidence, an unshakable poise even in dire situations. Yet now, hesitation and grief flickered across his face.
