"Daniel Cooper, what are you doing... put me down..."
The man's eyes darkened as he looked at her towel, which had become loose with her movements. As he walked, he said, "If you move again, the towel will fall off. I can't help but suspect you're deliberately trying to seduce me."
"..." Amelia instinctively raised her hand to hold the towel, realizing she wasn't wearing anything underneath and her face flushed red.
"When will you get over this habit of locking yourself away when you're upset? You're too old for that," the man put her on the bed, his arms supporting himself on either side of her, his gaze fixed on her face. "Or are you really that bothered by those old things, huh?"
Did it bother her?
There really wasn't anything to be bothered about.
After all, it was all in the past.
But Amelia looked into his seemingly amused eyes and couldn't help but feel irritated. "You think you're really good at seduction, don't you?"
Seduction...
