Leon's gaze drifted around the room before settling on me. His expression was muddled, a mix of confusion and amusement, as if he couldn't quite understand why I was packing. He took a step toward me, stumbling and the closer he came, the stronger that other woman's perfume clung to him. My stomach lurched, a wave of nausea hitting me at the sickening blend of scents.
I took a step back, the muscles in my body tensing. Leon noticed, his eyes narrowing, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, are you afraid, Emily?" he sneered. "Afraid I'll leave you? Don't worry, as long as you stop nagging me about marriage, we can keep things just fine. Why get married? It's such a hassle."
He reached out, his hand grabbing my shoulder, squeezing just a bit too tightly as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my cheek. "Come on," he whispered, his voice thick with condescension. "Admit it—you've come to your senses, haven't you?"
I could feel his grip tightening as he tried to pull me closer, his body pressing against mine. Panic surged through me and I twisted, managing to slip free. My hand swung up of its own accord, connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap.