Linton would have the sense to leave.
Liliana was pushing Linton away.
And Linton was acutely aware of it.
He gave Liliana one last, deep look, his voice hoarse and full of meaning. “Liliana, say whatever you want. I won’t give up.”
Liliana frowned, about to speak.
But Linton suddenly added, out of nowhere, “You’re wearing flat shoes today.”
Liliana was startled.
Her head snapped up, her eyes instantly wary as she looked at him.
Linton studied her reaction, a nearly gentle curve forming on his lips. “You love wearing high heels, but for the past month, you’ve only worn flats.”
Liliana felt a chill run down her spine.
Her face paled slightly, and she instinctively took a step back, forcing herself to remain calm. “I just wanted a change of style. Don’t overthink it.”
“What are you afraid of?”
Linton took a step closer, his eyes fixed on her.
His tall frame cast an oppressive shadow. Liliana slowly lowered her gaze and took another step back to create distance between them.
“I’m not afraid. Stop trying to psych me out.”
“Linton, don’t be paranoid with me. I don’t owe you anything.”
Linton stopped.
He didn’t press her any further, knowing that even a cornered rabbit will bite.
Push too hard, and the rabbit would run.
Linton pressed his tongue against his cheek. He spoke in a low, husky voice, “Liliana, take care of yourself.”
“I’ve only ever had one wish, and that is for you to be well.”
His words were laced with a deeper meaning.
Liliana had no desire to dissect it.
She gently looked away and reiterated, “Linton, I told you.”
“Let me go, and I will live better than anyone.”
...
In the end, Linton left.


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