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Amidst his words, the two of them arrived at the elevator doors. The man stopped in his tracks, and a deep voice descended from above his head, "If it were you, there would be no need for me to make excuses, because it is everything I could wish for."
Amelia was held in a princess carry by the man, and as she tilted her head back, she met his dark gaze. His eyes were clear like two pools of cold, serene deep water, bottomless yet completely transparent.
But if he was so transparent, then why couldn't he tell her the truth?
With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and a crowd poured out, casting curious and probing glances their way all at once.
Amelia felt even more embarrassed. She wasn't so ill as to be unable to walk, nor was she a young girl foolishly in love. She was, after all, a President of a corporation, being held in the arms of a man in such a public display, how preposterous!
"Put me down quickly, or else I'll get angry."
