Leona felt like she was going to combust.
This was it. The most shameful, most embarrassing moment of her entire existence.
After all, she was the Matriarch of the village.
A figure meant to embody dignity, restraint, and authority...someone the entire village looked up to.
Not just that—she was a mother of two children.
And technically…a married woman.
Even if her relationship with Julius was cold, distant, and nothing more than a hollow title, the fact remained—she was married. She was supposed to uphold that responsibility, that image.
And yet…
Here she was.
Being held so closely by another man...letting him touch her, tease her, bite her neck...responding to him in ways she hadn't allowed herself to feel in years.
And the worst part—
Her own sister had seen it.
Leona couldn't even begin to process how that had just happened.
Her thoughts spiraled as her face burned, her entire body stiff with embarrassment.
Then—
Her eyes slowly shifted toward Luca.
