Why is he this close?
And why is it getting harder to breathe?
Viviana blinked her eyes.
"My birthday's coming up in December," Leander added. "… 27th"
"Oh?" Viviana bit her lips looking into his eyes. "I'd love to gift you. But… You might know that I don't have any money on me."
And aren't I trapped in this bedroom? How am I even going to buy him a gift?
"Ah yes…" Leander let go of her waist. "Here," he offered her a card from his pocket.
Viviana wetted her lips looking at that black-colored metallic card with an image of the centurion and his name written on it.
A devilish thought came to her mind. She can accept that card and make a run for it after cashing enough money!
"No!" Leander placed the card back in his pockets. "It would be my money," he mumbled.
He is not that pathetic to get gifts with his money.
Viviana was disappointed, a little.