CHAPTER 131

The evening had settled into a gentle hush by the time Leon and I were already inside and eating at the table I set up at by Aunt Lou’s garden. The table was set, the candles flickering softly, casting a warm glow over the room. I took a deep breath as I opened the door, trying to steady the fluttering in my chest.

"How was the taste?" I bravely asked, trying to sound casual despite my nervousness that Leon would not like my cooking.

But I was surprised when he answered, "Mnn, Margarette," he replied with a smile that made my heart skip a beat. "This taste incredible."

Despite the cozy ambiance, I felt a tight knot of anxiety in my stomach. I tried to focus on making the evening pleasant and engaging, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of awkwardness.

Leon noticed, and after a few minutes of polite conversation about the lawsuit and updates, he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly with concern. "Margarette, are you okay? You seem a little off tonight. Is there anything that’s bothering