The man's low, hoarse voice fell on her ear, "Take some time to write an appeal and give it to Nathan."
Amelia abruptly paused, then heard him say, "Mr. Russell has agreed to approve the appeal and reinvestigate the bombing."
He spoke about it casually, but she knew that Mr. Russell's "agreement" must have been forced by him.
She felt touched in her heart, but even more excited, she wanted to sit up straight and say something to him, but the arm holding her suddenly tightened, "Don't move, let me hold you for a while."
Amelia stopped moving, just slowly raising her eyes to look at the man who was leaning his head on her shoulder.
His eyebrows and eyes were so handsome, his handsome face showing fatigue, and his breath carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
A little dazed, a little conflicted, a little... heartache.
By the time they returned to the villa, it was almost twelve o'clock.
