Christopher Robinson's emotions crumbled at this moment.
While he initially had the upper hand, Amelia Cobb took control of the situation.
The image of the aloof girl played rapidly in his mind.
The way she tilted her head and smiled mockingly stirred his feelings.
Christopher lowered his gaze, looking at his still-open palm. The man gently smiled and pushed Amelia against the tree behind him: "You said you're not Amelia..."
With his words came action, his large palm creeping beyond her waist.
Inch by inch, moving up...
"If Miss Cobb insists she's not Amelia, then tomorrow I'll tell Mr. Cobb to expedite the wedding. Then, Miss Cobb can legally become my wife and fulfill her marital duties."
Amelia, looking at Christopher in front of her, felt a manic pounding in her heart. She understood his words. This man wanted to force her to admit the truth. But if she confessed now, she would either face an insurmountable abyss or endless scrutiny.
Christopher was forcing her.
