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I shifted in my seat, not sure how I should react to Leonardo's answer. Why would I deserve to be treated like this? He had bought me fancy clothes, expensive jewellery, brought me out to dinner, he was even planning on helping me find a job. He barely knew me. And I definitely hadn't done anything for him. I was just staying in his house, his mansion, eating his food. I'd never done anything noteworthy in my life.
I couldn't say that he wasn't interested in me, I had occasionally gotten the impression that he might be. But at no point had he seemed to think that I owed him anything for what he was giving me. I was still cautious, I was still worried about it reflexively, but I wasn't genuinely scared over it. I couldn't say how he would react to his brother's actions, and I definit
