Chapter 11

After taking the photo for their marriage registration, Leon drove Eleanor straight back to the Whitman residence. As he had expected, the usually quiet driveway was swarming with people. Aaron had shown up with the entire Ford family and a bunch of their cronies, blocking the front gates and forcing their car to stop. Leon rolled down the window, turned his head, and stared lazily at the crowd. His eyes locked onto Aaron as he spoke with that usual carefree drawl. "Well, well, well, look who it is—Mrs. Ford Senior and Mr. Ford themselves. What brings such distinguished guests to my humble home?" Seeing Leon still playing dumb sent Aaron into a rage. He clenched his jaw and barked, "Hand over Nora! Leon, if you don't, I swear this isn't over!" Leon looked far too amused by Aaron's fury, the smirk on his lips only growing bolder. "Mr. Ford, haven't we always been at each other's throats? When have we ever been done with each other? If you want to fight, go for it—I'm always ready