Chapter 116 

“Sure, Leon. I’d be happy to keep in touch,” I replied, accepting the small card he offered. 

It took three days to shoot this commercial, and these days I was fully engaged in my work until my assistant told me that Leo was calling me a lot these days. 

It was only at this time that I remembered that it was the day when I had to go for Leo’s health checkup. 

By late afternoon, I once again arrived at the hospital. 

When I entered Leo’s room, he was awake, his face lighting up the moment he saw me. 

Ezabeth, you finally came back,” he said, his voice filled with relief. 

I offered him a small smile as reply. 

“Relax, you’re close to recovery.” 

I reached out and placed my hand on his leg, focusing on my healing abilities. 

Leo’s voice trailed off as he said, “I’m so happy to see you, not because I’m looking forward to you treating me, but because 

My heart skipped a beat and I didn’t know how to respond, so I could only silently bow my head and heal. 

Just as I was about to start, my phone rang, the ringing breaking the silence of the room. 

I hesitated and pulled out my phone, recognising the number on the screen. 

It was Leon calling. 

Instinct told me that I should never answer that call in front of Leo. 

Just as I was about to step out of the ward to answer the call, Leo’s hand shot out, gripping mine firmly. 

His face had suddenly turned grim, the usual warmth in his eyes replaced by a flicker of something darker. 

“Don’t go,” he murmured, his voice low and intense. 

I hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden change in his demeanor. 

I gave him a long look, trying to read the emotions swirling in his eyes. 

A part of me wanted to stay, to reassure him, but another part of me–one that had been hurt too many times–resisted. 

With a soft sigh, I pressed the answer button, deciding to take the call right there. 

“Hello, Leon,” I said, keeping my tone light and friendly. 

Leon’s voice on the other end was tinged with nervousness. 

“Miss Elizabeth, I hope I’m not disturbing you. I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?” 

Leo’s grip on my hand tightened, and I could feel his eyes burning into me. 

I glanced at him, noting the tension in his jaw and the way his brows furrowed. 

I knew what he was thinking, and it amused me more than it should have. 

“Sure, Leon,” I replied, deliberately keeping my voice casual. 

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“That sounds nice. How about we meet at the Silver Crescent Hotel? Say around eight?” 

The nervousness In Leon’s voice evaporated, replaced by clear enthusiasm. 

I wanted to see you.” 

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Chapter 116 

“That sounds perfect, Miss Elizabeth. I’ll see you then.” 

As I hung up, I turned back to Leo, who was now scowling, his expression stormy. 

“Was that Leon?” he asked, his voice clipped. “The hockey player everyone’s been talking about lately?” 

I raised an eyebrow, surprised that he knew about Leon. 

“Yes, that’s him. Why? Do you follow hockey?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Is he good? I didn’t pay much attention to that.” 

Leo snorted, the sound laced with bitterness. 

“Good? Hardly. He’s average at best. The only reason he’s popular is because of his pretty face.” 

filted my head, watching him closely. 

His tone was dripping with disdain, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was Leon’s success or something else that was really bothering him. 

“Is that so? I didn’t know. How’s his team doing, then?” 

Leo hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. 

“I don’t know,” he finally admitted, his voice a little softer, almost embarrassed. 

I gave a small nod, not pressing the matter further. 

Leo’s sudden interest–or rather, disinterest–in Leon was telling. 

He was jealous, though he’d never admit it outright. 

And while a part of me was annoyed by his possessiveness, another part found it oddly satisfying. 

We chatted for a few more minutes, but it was clear that Leo was still brooding over my conversation with Leon. 

The doctor eventually came in, reminding me that Leo needed rest. 

As I prepared to leave, Leo’s hand reached out again, this time more hesitantly. 

“When will you have time to visit me again?” he asked, his voice tinged with reluctance.