Amelia touched the still-warm coat with her fingers, about to say she wasn't cold when the man looked at her with a lukewarm gaze.
She closed her opened mouth and obediently put on the coat.
Then, she smiled at him, "How did you deal with Mr. Russell today?"
The man glanced at her. His slightly hoarse voice carried a hint of a mocking laugh, "You're so capable; do you still need me to deal with him for you?"
"..." He was still angry.
She changed the subject, "Aren't you curious why I helped Anna Foster today?"
This time, he didn't even look at her, his face turned toward the window, "Not interested."
"..." He had quite the temper.
Amelia knew what he was angry about. As wise as he was, how could he not see through her little scheme?
But today, it was her who took matters into her own hands and caused trouble for him. First, she had a conflict with Mr. Russell, and then she kicked Mr. Gardner's precious son out of the door, offending several people.
