Christopher Robinson stared at Amelia Cobb with the eyes of a wild wolf, and Amelia saw a little bit of what she didn't want to see in the man's eyes.
The man's hand was still on the back of her head, his determined gaze and cold face making her shiver.
"What do you mean, Mr. Robinson?" Amelia held back her emotions and suppressed them.
"You are not Amelia Cobb," Christopher said with absolute certainty, radiating confidence.
She had heard Christopher say this before, but today... was different.
A business tycoon who conquered every corner of the market spoke with unwavering conviction, like anchoring the sea with a divine needle.
"Then who am I?" Amelia asked in response.
Christopher's hand that was on her face slowly caressed her cheek, his lips curling into a mysterious smile.
"No matter who you are, right now, you're my fiancée."
He knew!
This thought shot through Amelia's mind.
