"So—" someone said.
Calista and Ambrose turned toward the voice. From the same direction came a click—someone had just taken a photo.
"Fiorell! What are you doing here?" Ambrose asked, removing his hand from Calista's shoulder.
"She's that b*tch," Ambrose whispered under his breath.
"Yes," Calista muttered.
"I was here to spy on you, b*tch," Fiorell snapped.
"You—!" Calista stepped forward, ready to punch her, but Ambrose stopped her just in time.
"I'm in the support of peace," he said calmly. "Let's talk somewhere else."
---
At a random café, the three of them sat down.
"So, what do you want for deleting the photo?" Calista asked.
"Stop pursuing him," Fiorell said.
"Who?"
"Of course, my hubby." Fiorell smirked.
Ambrose stared blankly, completely ignoring her.
"Because of you, my hubby shouted at me," Fiorell whined, fake tears streaming down her face.
Calista chuckled.
"That's cool."Ambrose leaned back, unimpressed. Fiorell glared at him.
"That's your problem. You must've done something wrong—that's why he shouted at you," Calista said firmly.
Before Fiorell could respond, a cold voice interrupted from behind.
"What are you doing here, Kitty?"
---
Calista froze as Leander appeared, walking toward them. His eyes were sharp, unreadable.
He stopped when he saw Ambrose sitting beside Calista, still holding her hand.
"Who's he, Kitty?" Leander asked, pointing at Ambrose before taking the seat directly across from them.
"Who's he?" Ambrose whispered to Calista.
Calista stood up quickly. "Let me introduce—"
"Let me do it," Fiorell interrupted smugly.
"It's okay—" Calista tried again, but Fiorell didn't wait.
"Hubby, he is Ambrose. Calista's—"
"Senior," Ambrose cut her off sharply.
"Senior?" Leander raised an eyebrow.
"Y-Yes," Calista stammered, clearly nervous.
Ambrose leaned close and whispered, "It seems like you're screwed."
"Yes," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. Leander's glare was intense.
"Hubby! Do you want to eat something? I'll order," Fiorell said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah. One plate of human flesh," Leander replied.
Calista and Ambrose flinched.
"Ew! Who eats that, hubby?" Fiorell laughed awkwardly.
"I—I think I have to go," Ambrose said, getting up from his seat.
"Please… quickly," Leander replied with a small smile.
Ambrose left the café.
Leander turned back to Calista, eyes sharp.
"Explain," he said coldly.