Chapter 296

Broderick stood there like he'd been caught red-handed, totally out of sorts-like some kid who'd just been scolded. He had seen a lot of sides to Leslie, but this? Her being mad at him? Never. Was she... done with him? His thoughts spun out, a mess of anxiety and confusion crashing through him like a stampede. But Broderick, always the master of self-control, just turned away silently. Leslie sat on the bed, fiddling with a strand of hair out of boredom. She absentmindedly touched her lips. Was that kiss... really just her imagination? It had felt way too real. From the bathroom came the sound of running water-guess Broderick was showering. Leslie had dozed off a bit with her book earlier, so now she was still kind of groggy but not enough to fall back asleep. She picked up her phone and started scrolling, but soon heard the bathroom door creak open and looked up out of reflex. Broderick emerged, just wearing a towel. Leslie's eyes practically popped. His broad shoulders, trim waist, a