Chapter 118
For ten minutes, Leon carried the drunken Olivia in his arms, carefully returning her to her room. He gently laid her on the bed and gave her a thorough look-over—checking whether she had drunk too much and whether her condition might worsen. Once he was sure there was no immediate danger, he let out a relieved sigh and turned to head back to the others.
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On his way, he paused briefly, allowing himself a moment to catch his breath.
"Well... That was unexpected," he muttered under his breath, recalling how Olivia had suddenly hugged him. "Even if she was drunk... I'm not complaining."
He closed his eyes for a moment, and a strange, almost dreamy smile spread across his face. That brief moment—it had felt like it lasted forever.
But then, Leon's eyes snapped open.
"Right. I still have to head back. I'll think about it later... when everyone's gone."
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He picked up the pace and soon reached the house where his family had gathered. Inside, his father, brothers—Vito and Tony—and their family friend Angelica were laughing, drinking, and swapping funny stories from the past. The sound of their rowdy fun grew louder the closer Leon got, until he stepped inside.