Christopher Robinson's gaze fixed on Amelia Cobb was like a wild wolf, and Amelia, in the man's gaze, saw a bit of something she didn't want to see.
The man's hand still on the back of her head, his unwavering gaze and cold face made Amelia shudder.
"What does Mr. Robinson mean?" Amelia endured and endured, suppressing her emotions.
"You are not Amelia Cobb," Christopher Robinson asserted very confidently, with a sense of confidence.
She had heard Christopher Robinson say this before, but today...was different.
A business tycoon who fought in all directions, his unwavering words were like a sinking needle piercing straight into the East Sea, steady and strong.
"Then who am I?" Amelia countered.
Christopher Robinson's hand resting on her face slowly stroked her cheek, curling his lips and smiling deeply.
"Whoever you are, but now you are my fiancée."
He knew!
This is the emotion that suddenly flashed through Amelia's mind.
