The door creaked open, and the earlier manager entered the room, bowing her head. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Gray, Miss Whitmore. One of our clients brought her nephew, and he accidentally kicked a ball toward the door, causing the disturbance earlier. We deeply apologize…" She bowed once again.
Emma sighed, a long, relieved sigh that made a smile form on Leon's lips.
Resting his chin on her shoulder, Leon tilted his head toward Emma's face. "I never knew I had such a beautiful bodyguard."
A pinch on his cheek landed instantly the moment he finished his words.
"I was just being careful since I heard you had a lot of enemies," she replied.
"Who said that?" Leon raised an eyebrow. "I'm loved by almost everyone in this country—especially in this city."
"And who said that nonsense?" Emma rolled her eyes, causing Leon's laughter to erupt.
"I'll go change," she said, continuing toward the fitting room.
