CH.TWENTY THREE- CARE FOR A DANCE?

RACHEL'S POV

**CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE**

**RACHEL’S POV**

My mind went blank when Leo said those words. I could sense the anger in his voice, but there was also a hurt that seemed to seep through his tone. Perhaps that was why he was so aggressive toward Peter.

The question I asked took a lot of courage. I wanted to mind my own business, but worry kept pushing me to ask.

When I asked, Leo’s lips parted as if he wanted to answer, but then he shut them again and remained silent. I understood. Not everyone is willing to open up about personal matters, especially when their so-called enemy suddenly acts out of character.

About an hour later, I got dressed in my red silky gown. The dress was form-fitting, with a deep V-neckline that added a touch of allure. The fabric shimmered under the light, and the thigh-high slit showed off my legs. The heels I wore were elegant, with delicate straps that glistened, exuding both luxury and grace.

Sometimes, I wished I were Marilyn Monroe, but then again,