Amelia's fingers tightly gripped the edge of the table, her cold gaze meeting the man's eyes as he was surrounded by a crowd of people.
A white mist rose between their sightlines; the man wasn't wearing a coat, and his slim black shirt wasn't fastened with a tie. The buttons at his collar were loose, revealing a small area of delicate and pale collarbone, both seductive and forbidden.
His hair seemed freshly trimmed, the lines along his temples and ears sharp and clear. His dark eyebrows slightly furrowed and a pair of deep, black eyes revealed no emotions.
As soon as the man's gaze met hers, he averted his eyes, nodded lightly, and exchanged pleasantries with other bosses. His indifference made it seem as if he didn't know her at all.
Amelia's grip on the table tightened, her fingers unknowingly digging in so hard that her nails split. At that moment, she felt like her entire heart was being numbed and hurt by his indifference.
