Chapter 67 Interrogation

• When Leah finally woke, she yawned, her body aching in all the sweetest ways. Despite the soreness, she felt light, content—truly happy.
• Blinking drowsily, she took in the dimly lit hotel room. Her gaze landed on the reason behind the lingering smile on her face—Mr. Bodyguard.
• He stood near the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking into his phone in hushed tones. His back was partially turned to her, the evening light outlining the sharp planes of his face and the broad muscles beneath the loosely tied robe hanging carelessly over his sculpted body.