The so-called man-to-man talk lasted so long that Shera's heels were starting to feel sore from pacing too much. What the hell could two men who hated each other possibly talk about? They were not going to make friends, were they?
Just when she was wondering whether to send someone to check on whatever they were doing, she saw two silhouettes, and the said enemies came into view.
She breathed a sigh of relief and reflexively checked Leo all over. "Are you alright?"
Before he could answer her, the ignored Santino launched a complaint. "What could I possibly do to him? He is in perfect shape, okay?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "I know you too well."
The man felt even more disheartened and mumbled. "You didn't even bother to ask how I was when I am the one who has been badly injured."
