Chapter 600

Leslie hadn’t slept this well in ages. Back in that other world, she barely dared to close her eyes, always on edge. But maybe, just maybe, it was all thanks to Felix Grey being way too sure of himself. The guy thought he could handle any woman on earth. Wanted her to willingly fall into his arms, part of his fantasy empire. Right now though, Leslie felt warm. Really warm. It was like lying under the sun on a soft patch of grass—and she just didn't want to get up. She could even smell him. That familiar scent that belonged to Broderick Ackerley. Yes… Broderick! Her eyes flew open. She was finally back—but where was he? The curtains remained open. The glow from the garden lights trickled into the room, casting pale shadows. It wasn’t pitch dark. Still dim, but enough to see. And the first thing she saw were Broderick’s eyes—bright, intense, like starlight in the night sky or the gleam of polished obsidian. The second Leslie woke, the corners of Broderick’s mouth lifted. His gaze was sco