Leo's body, once warm and relaxed against Celine, suddenly jolted rigid. His jaw clamped shut until the tendons in his neck protruded, radiating a powerful, defensive aura.
Beneath him, Celine could feel the drastic shift. Leo's heart, which had been racing with passion moments ago, now thundered with the alarm bells screaming in his head. Leo stared at the phone screen with a look of mingled hatred and alertness, realizing this call was the sign that the sanctuary he had built to protect Celine had just been cracked by his own father's hand.
Celine tried to squint, attempting to steal a glance at the screen still glowing brightly in Leo's hand. With lightning speed, however, Leo snatched the phone away and roughly pulled on his bathrobe. He hurried away from the bed, striding toward the bathroom without giving Celine a chance to ask a single question.
