Chapter 106: A Taste of His Own Poison

Chapter 106: A Taste of His Own Poison

The bouquet of deep red roses rustled gently in Leonard’s grip as he walked down the corridor of Miranda’s luxury apartment. The crisp scent of the florist shop still lingered in the wrapping paper, mingling with the subtle citrusy cologne he wore. He was in a good mood—better than good, even. The kind of mood only a man in love, or something dangerously close to it, could feel.

He had left work early, something rare and nearly unheard of, all because Miranda had texted him that morning saying, "Let’s do something wild tonight. Just us."

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