Chapter 120

Sometimes, Leander felt like Vanessa was everything-his partner in life, his trusted teammate, someone meant to ride through every storm with him. But other times? It weirdly felt like he'd adopted a daughter. "Why do I feel like I'm raising a daughter?" Leander said honestly, rubbing his forehead. Vanessa snapped her head toward him. "Hmm? What, daddy~" She barely got the words out before Leander's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flashing in them. Realizing she just stepped on a landmine, Vanessa's eyes widened. She quickly tried to slide off him. "Okay! My bad! I take it back!" "Too late for that..." Leander scooped her up and stormed upstairs. He tossed her on the bed and leaned down, and that's when she caught a strong whiff of alcohol. Oh no. He had a dinner thing tonight. She'd totally forgotten. Why did she poke a man who's clearly drunk? Men and alcohol-bad combo, especially when it came to that side of things. Vanessa felt like a little fish trapped on a cutting board, caught