Kapitel 45: A Ghost That Haunts Him.

Evelina's head whipped up, and her stomach plunged to the floor. There, in the doorway, stood Leone. His eyes bore into hers, and she felt like a deer caught in the gaze of a hunter.

Before she could even process her next move, he was there—his hand shot out, gripping her wrist with a force that left no room for escape.

She barely had time to react as he pulled her hand away from the drawer, his expression hard as stone as he pulled her up.

"I—uh—nothing!" Evelina stammered, her cheeks flushing red as she tried to pry her hand free.

Leone narrowed his eyes, his tone icy. "Nothing? You're rummaging through my desk like a nosy child, and you call it nothing?"

"I wasn't rummaging!" she protested, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was just…picking up papers!" She gestured weakly to the mess on the floor.