Tristan's lips curled into a smirk before he seemed to remember something, the expression stiffening halfway.
"You're not coming with us!"
Melisa blinked slowly at him, entirely unbothered.
He still thought he had the final say.
She didn't reply. Instead, her gaze drifted toward Leonard.
Leonard was already watching the two of them, his expression unreadable, eyes calm but sharp. The moment Melisa met his gaze, he gave the faintest nod and turned toward the door without another word.
Understanding bloomed instantly.
Melisa set her empty cup down, fingers steady, and picked up her purse. She followed after him without hesitation.
"What—!?" Tristan froze in the hallway, disbelief written all over his face. "Brother, you can't be serious!"
He rushed after them, his voice rising, but the moment he met Leonard's cold, indifferent stare, the rest of his protest died in his throat.
The words stuck there.
