Emma's hand lingered in the air for a second, her fingers slightly trembling, before slowly lowering to her side. Leon didn't take her hand. Instead, he gave her a cold, almost dismissive stare. It was the kind of look that made her feel small, as if every bit of effort she'd put into her words was nothing more than an inconvenience to him.
The silence stretched between them, and the weight of his gaze seemed to tell her one thing: You should just stay silent at home.
"Let's go." Leon's voice was icy, his words clipped as he turned, grabbing Olivia's hand with a sense of finality. Without a second glance at Emma, he started walking towards the exit, his steps firm and purposeful.
Olivia, a mix of surprise and relief on her face, followed quickly, her heels clicking sharply entered Emma's ears. As they passed by Emma, she threw a smug, victorious glance over her shoulder, her lips curling into a subtle but confident smile.
