Chapter 15 A Gun in His Car
She hadn’t expected him to be that serious.
For a moment, she thought about saying no.
But then she remembered why she hadn’t gone home in the first place.
The man.
If he was outside… then Leo being here suddenly felt like safety.
She went downstairs.
At the front entrance, she scanned the area, half-expecting to see a black van parked nearby.
Nothing.
She looked down at her phone—
A car horn sounded.
She jumped.
The driver’s window rolled down slowly.
It was Leo.
Her mouth fell open.
A Mustang.
The engine purred softly, polished and unmistakable. By the time her mind caught up, the car had already pulled up in front of her.
“Ready?” Leo asked.
He was wearing a black T-shirt and black pants—simple, casual—but somehow still striking. The kind of presence that didn’t try to stand out, yet always did.
She nodded numbly and got in.
As they drove, Leo glanced at her. “How was your day?”
Olive stared out the window, her thoughts tangled.
He’s really rich. Too rich. Is this even right?
Leo waved a hand gently in front of her face. “Hey.”
She turned to him.
“How was your day?” he asked again.
“It was… fine,” she said after a moment. “Tiring. But fine. It feels good when patients appreciate what you do.”
She paused.
Then her voice dropped. “Actually… there’s something.”
Leo glanced at her. “What is it?”
“There’s a man,” she said quietly. “He’s been watching me. Following me. That’s why I didn’t go home right away. I was afraid he’d be waiting outside.”
Leo didn’t tense.
Didn’t react the way she expected.
He stayed calm. Almost unconcerned.
“Probably just a patient’s guardian,” he said casually. “Dominic has a lot of those.”
Olive frowned slightly, studying his profile as he drove.
When they arrived, Leo stepped out and walked around to open her door.
As Olive reached for her bag in the back seat, something beside it caught her eye.
A black box.
Half open.
Her breath stopped.
She peeked inside.
Guns.
Not one.
Three.
Her blood ran cold.
She froze—then quickly grabbed her bag and pushed the box closed before Leo could notice.
When he opened the door for her, she stayed still for a second, staring blankly at the compartment in front of her. Fear flooded her chest, thick and heavy.
Who is he? What kind of man carries guns in his car?
A sharp thought struck her.
Maybe this is why someone stabbed him. Maybe this is why he was left bleeding in the forest.
Maybe he is a dangerous person, someone who have lots of enemy.
Danger wrapped around her like a tightening grip.
Outside the car, Leo noticed her silence.
“Olive?” he asked gently. “What’s wrong?”
She didn’t answer. She walked toward the gate, her mind spinning.
“Olive,” he called again, following her. “Hey—what happened?”
She didn’t seem to hear him.
Leo reached out and caught her wrist, turning her to face him.
He stopped short.
Her expression made him pause.
Blank. Confused. Curious. Afraid.
His face hardened instantly. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Olive met his gaze, her voice steady—
But cold.
“Who are you, Leonardo Vescari?” she asked. “And what are you… really?”
Leo frowned, caught off guard by the sudden change in her tone.
“Leonardo Vescari,” he said, forcing a small smile. “Your suitor.”
There was a trace of sarcasm in his voice, like he was trying to soften the moment. Like he believed this was just nerves, something that could be brushed aside.
It only made Olive’s chest tighten.
“Do you think this is funny?” she snapped.
The words came out sharp. Cutting.
Leo’s smile faltered.
“Do you think I’m playing with you?” she continued, her voice trembling—not with fear now, but with anger she could no longer keep inside.
Her hands curled into fists at her sides.
“I’m asking you a serious question,” she said, stepping closer, her eyes locked on his. “Who are you really? And why do you have guns in your car?”
The night seemed to go quiet.
The warmth in Leo’s expression disappeared.
For the first time since she had met him—since the rose, the dinner, the careful gestures—he didn’t look confident.
He didn’t smile. He didn’t joke. He didn’t deflect.
He just stared at her.
Olive’s anger finally broke through.
“You know what? I don’t even know why I’m letting you court me,” she said sharply, the words spilling out before she could stop them. “I barely know you. You were just a patient I saved, which is basically part of my job.”
The truth of it stung her as much as it did him.
Leo took a slow breath, as if choosing his words carefully. “I’ll explain the guns,” he said. “I’m not a dangerous person… but I’m not a safe one either.”
That answer didn’t calm her.
It did the opposite.
Whatever small sense of comfort she had been holding onto shattered completely.
Olive turned her back on him. She didn’t want explanations anymore. She wanted distance. Space. Air.
“Olive—wait,” Leo said quickly. He stepped after her, his voice urgent now. “I’m serious about you. I don’t even understand it myself, but it’s like I already found someone I could spend my life with. Please. Just listen to me.”
She stopped walking—but she didn’t turn around.
Her shoulders were tense, her hands shaking at her sides.
“Go away!,” she said, her voice tight, controlled with effort. “Don’t bother me anymore. You might bring danger to me… to my family. I can’t risk that.”