In the past few days, Amelia had imagined this scene countless times.
She thought he might get angry, or maybe shocked, or even forcibly stuff her into a private plane and fly her back to Mallowbank, like the male protagonist in a romance novel, locking her in a villa and welding a circle of steel bars around it...
But she never expected his reaction to be like this.
He actually laughed.
Not a cold laugh, not a sneer, but the kind of laugh that seemed to have heard something funny, very natural and indifferent.
"Amy," he straightened his kneeling leg, stood up, grasped her trembling shoulders with both hands, gazed at her deeply with his dark eyes, "How could you possibly want revenge on me if you love me so much? Tell me, what method did my father use to threaten you? It must be hard for a person like you who can't lie to fabricate such a full of holes nonsense, huh?"
His lips curved slightly, and his expression seemed calm, obviously not believing her words.
