Bab 308: The Male Lead's Halo

Standing by the windows facing the front yard, Calix quietly watched the taillights of Xander's car disappear in the darkness. His eyes held an undecipherable glint.

The summer night was peaceful, a stark contrast to the violent storms in his heart.

"Calix..."

The familiar soft voice lured Calix out of his trance. Looking away from the glass panels, his eyes met with Leslie's. She loosely grasped the hem of his shirt, expressing her worry through her countenance.

Calix's facade crumbled at the sight of Leslie's concerned gaze. He crouched down before the wheelchair, taking both of her hands into his.

"Sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Leslie."

Calix wanted to say something else but, only those words flowed out between his shivering lips. He cautiously peered into Leslie's countenance, afraid he would see even a trace of contempt on it.