?<strong>Chapter 1070:</strong>


    Leo realized that Kallie really did mean something to Jake. This was Jake’s private space, after all. Not even the household staff coulde in whenever Jake was around. Jake usually only called people when he needed something. But Kallie had spent the whole morning here with Jake, even falling asleep, and Jake didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he had even asked for a nket for her. He wasn’t exactly being lovey-dovey, but it was clear he cared.


    Leo kept his thoughts to himself. He knew better than to say anything about Jake and Kallie’s rtionship. He could lose his job if he stuck his nose where it didn’t belong.


    Leo’s mind was racing, but he kept a straight face and nodded.


    “Understood, Mr. Reeves,” he said.


    Leo got a nket and was about to put it on Kallie when he felt Jake’s eyes on him.


    Leo froze. He knew what Jake was thinking. He carefully draped the nket over Kallie without actually touching her.


    Kallie stirred a little but was too sleepy to wake up. She mumbled something and then fell back asleep.


    Seeing that Leo had understood, Jake rxed a little.


    “You can take the afternoon off,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.


    “I don’t need anything else.”


    Leo maintained a serious demeanor, though inwardly he was thrilled.


    Jake was pleased with the way Leo had handled the situation. With Jake’s satisfaction, Leo understood how he should handle things involving Kallie from that moment forward.


    With this in mind, Leo left with a smile.


    When the door closed behind Leo, the room fell into silence. Jake’s gaze drifted toward Kallie a few times, but each time, he quickly looked away.


    Minutes ticked by. Kallie began to fidget in her sleep, her movements restless. Her face contorted as though she were trapped in some unsettling dream.


    At first, Jake ignored it, focusing on the papers in his hands. But as her tossing grew more agitated, he couldn’t help but notice her paleplexion and the sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. Concern tightened his brow, and with a reluctant sigh, he set his papers aside and approached her.


    “Kallie, are you having a nightmare?” he asked softly, leaning closer.


    Kallie didn’t respond. Her breathing was uneven, her distress palpable.


    Jake hesitated and then reached out, gently shaking her shoulder. Before he could say anything, her hand shot out, grabbing his wrist.


    The unexpected movement startled Jake, his eyes widening as he froze mid-action.


    But Kallie didn’t wake. Her grip remained firm, yet her features began to rx. The tension in her brow eased, and her breathing steadied. Soft murmurs escaped her lips, unintelligible but oddly serene.


    Jake stared at her for a moment, unable to make out anything. His curiosity got the better of him, and he crouched down, leaning in to listen closely. That was when he heard it.


    .


    .


    .