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[Leanna's POV]
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"Not interested."
Instead of taking offense, Tristan leaned even closer with a confident smirk. "Is it because of your fiancé? He's nothing to boast about except for his pretty face."
I think something snapped, a thread holding something inside me.
That nagging feeling.
I flashed him my sweetest smile as my hand caressed his cheek, which made his smile grew wider.
"You can't even be compared to a single strand of Cain's hair." I pinched his cheek and stood up to leave before I punch the daylights out of him.
But before I could even turn the handle of the door, he grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the wall.
"Let go of me."
To all oddity, my voice was calm.
Tristan leaned closer, and our faces were inches apart. I didn't avert my gaze from his. Challenging him to continue. He caressed my cheek as I glared at him.