Bella was fuming.
Even as the ceremony was just about to begin, guests settling into their seats and soft music filling the air, Leonardo hadn't let go of her waist. Not even for a second. His hand still rested firmly on her side like it belonged there. And no matter how many times she shifted, huffed, or tried to wiggle away—he didn't budge.
She kept glaring at him.
Silently.
Boldly.
Again and again.
And yet, Leonardo remained calm, standing straight in his tailored black suit, like he didn't even notice the little bunny next to him throwing daggers with her eyes.
But he did notice.
He leaned down slightly, voice low enough that only she could hear.
"Stop glaring at me," he said smoothly, "or everyone will think you're very fierce and mean."
Bella's eyes widened in shock. Huh?!
She immediately looked away, cheeks puffed and ears turning red.
Tch! This devil man… always whispering embarrassing things right in my ear like it's nothing!
