John Brown was taken aback, staring at Amelia Cobb.
Seeing a calm look on her face, he suddenly understood that he was not someone she trusted.
Only when facing strangers does one speak with calculation and scheming.
His reckless driving and running of red lights did not earn him Amelia Cobb's gratitude, he only saw through her defenses instead.
John Brown held his cup, focusing on Amelia Cobb, with constant conjectures in his eyes.
"Do you think I would harm you?"
How could Amelia Cobb not see the disappointment in John Brown's eyes? But what does it matter even after seeing through it?
Dressed in a white silk robe, with her freshly moisturized face looking supple, she leaned on the sofa, her whole demeanor lazy and relaxed.
John Brown had to admit, Amelia Cobb was an irresistible beauty.
Her allure, which emanated from her very bones, could not be matched by any other.
Her bone structure surpassed her superficial appearance.
