Leon looked as though he were ready to instigate a war that would never end, his knuckles white with an unspent, violent rage. But in a fraction of a second, a sudden, heavy stillness washed over him.
He deliberately let go of the silver teapot, leaving it on the tray, and sat down on the sofa directly beside Olivia. He adjusted his posture, completely and utterly ignoring Matthias as if the man were nothing more than a hollow draft passing through the room.
"When did you find out that he..." Leon trailed off, his voice quiet.
"Yesterday," Olivia replied flatly.
"Mmh. I see." Leon turned his head to study her closely. Even though she was currently forcing a faint, indifferent smile and chewing on her candy, he immediately caught the subtle swelling around her eyes. It was a glaring, undeniable sign; despite her thick armor, she had spent the night weeping.
His expression softened with a fierce, quiet concern. "Are you alright now?"
