After Divorcing My Wealthy Heir Husband

"Aria, I'm over it." Leo rolled off the couch, chin tilted defiantly, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips.

I froze, my hand instinctively flying to my shirt buttons. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"It's too late now. Taxis are expensive," I said, reaching for the bag he'd tossed onto the table, pulling out my phone to check the time. "You can leave tomorrow morning."

His beautiful eyes fixed on me, saying nothing.

"If you can't wake up," I added, my voice incredibly soft, "tomorrow afternoon works too."