Chapter 62. I Won’t Marry Her

Xerina’s POV

His intense gaze made it difficult to think straight, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, making the moment all the more awkward.

Quickly, I pulled myself away from his grasp, smoothing down my dress in a futile attempt to regain some semblance of composure. The feel of his hands on me lingered, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his smirk deepened as he watched me fumble.

“Thank you,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper, trying to ignore the burning sensation of being the center of attention. I could feel a pair of eyes on me—someone else was watching, and that wasn’t good.

Leon’s grin widened, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

He casually slipped his hands into his pockets, his stance relaxed yet somehow commanding. He was dressed in a crisp white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong, tanned forearms. His shirt was neatly tucked into dark trousers that fit him perfectly, acce