Broderick looked a little dazed for a second.
He stood up, took Leslie's hand, and said to the crowd, "We're heading out now."
His tone was calm, face unreadable.
But inside, Caroline felt like something was missing-like a chunk of her heart had been ripped out.
This was Broderick. Who would dare stop him?
He led Leslie toward the door.
Out of nowhere, the girl threw her arms around his waist and clung to his chest like a koala.
"Ricky, why do you have three heads?" she mumbled.
Broderick's eyes darkened.
She's drunk?
Everyone turned their heads, curiosity written all over their faces.
Broderick didn't waste a second. He leaned down and scooped Leslie into his arms, shielding her from prying eyes and holding her tight as he strode out.
It wasn't until
