A glaring stand-off ensued between the two men. Luellen could only watch their faces in silence and confusion. Mr Kenwood had long dissociated to avoid pressure.
Soon, Leander's hand cupped Luellen's head again. He turned to her, his angry face softening into a neutral look. "Luellen, what do you want to do?"
"I…" Luellen trembled in his hold. Her hands clutched his suit, yet her eyes couldn't leave his gaze. She could only stare at him, her chest heaving harder at every passing second. "I… What do I…? I…"
"Luellen…" Leander shifted his position and held her with both hands. "You're hyperventilating again. Breathe properly!"
"Ken, call the nurse." Sean waved his hand, and the male secretary ran off like he had escaped prison. The old man watched Leander embrace the poor maiden. Their gazes would meet at glances, but Leander ignored him.
